This weekend I went to Phoenicia.
I pack up my backpack and head down the street to Work Friend’s house. Work Friend is driving the WORK CREW up to Phoenicia.
When I get there Other Work Friend is outside in the street. She says, “I know Work Friend lives around here somewhere. I just figure I would wait until she comes out.”
Just then Work Friend walks out of her apartment.
“We have to clean out the trunk.” she says.
“Ok.” I say.
“Ok.” OWF says.
We clean the whole trunk out and proceed to fill it right back up with all our stuff. While we are cleaning Another Work Friend comes by with her girlfriend. They have camping gear. The camping gear goes into the trunk.
We are ready to go. Since I have had three cups of coffee already, I go upstairs and pee one more time, just to be sure.
We go. Through Brooklyn, into Manhattan and over the bridge to the Palisades. Pretty soon it is all leafy green goodness outside of my window. I lean back in the seat. Another Work Friend’s girlfriend is next to me but she has her iPod head on, so she won’t mind if I zone.
Soon we are on 87. I wait for the mountains to come. I know once I see them it will be about an hour until we get there. I am kind of smooshed but it doesn’t matter. Because we are going to Phoenicia.
We stop somewhere along the way and pick up a bunch of cheeses. And olives. And gluten free crackers. And wine for everyone else.
We pile back into the car. I must drift off a little because all of sudden we are there. In front of the old house with the kids eating lunch on the porch. Phoenicia Friend comes out and gives us all a hug. Phoenicia Friend’s kids say hi. They look at me a little funny because during the school year I am their art teacher.
This can be had to rectify if you are 7.
PF has a big spread all ready for us. Corn salad, coleslaw, cheese. We eat and talk. PF shows me my room. My room is the back porch, now enclosed. It has a futon and white billowy curtains. I put my stuff down and walk back outside to the front.
PF says, “Try the hammock!”
“Ok” I say.
When I climb in there it is like being in a little cocoon. PF comes and puts a blanket over me. There is even a little pillow. In a few minutes I am sleeping.
When I wake up we are going to the river. I don’t have water shoes so I bring my flip-flops even though I know they will just make me slip worse. OWF comes over.
“Look.” she says. And shows me her really cute water shoes.
“Nice.” I say.
In the meantime Friend of OWF has arrived with her 9-year-old son. Friend of OWF has crazy wild red hair and blue eyes. We say hi. I think: Friend of OWF is very sparkly. Also Another Work Friend and her girlfriend have left to go set up camp somewhere. Really, I think they need a little alone time. They seemed a little cranky in the car.
While I am waiting for the others I try the hula-hoop in the yard. I don’t know why hula hooping does not seem to work out for me. I know it is supposed to just work. Physics and all. Maybe gravity is just stronger around me. I don’t know. I try anyway and get a teeny tiny bit of hula-hoop going. When I put it down PF daughter comes up and picks it up and starts hula hooping away.
Whatevs. Stupid hula hoop.
We all pile into the van and head down to the river. We walk down the little path and onto the blue and pink rocks where the water is all bubbly. The river is rushing right past us and tubers are coming down. There is a little pool someone made with rock walls and a zillion little paths.
OWF is the first one in, besides the kids. I put my toe in and it is cold. But I am here today, now, and so, I jump in anyway. I get back out and stand on the rock and the sun shines on me and I feel very powerful.
‘Let’s ride the river!” Other Work Friend says.
“OK!” we say.
And we make our way over to the rushing river, past the pool, and carefully over the slippy rocks to the river. Once you get in, you have to work your way out past the boulders and the sharp rocks that will cut your feet, into the current to be carried down until you can cut right and swim out.
The river is muddy and delicious. We ride a few times and then it is time to go home for dinner. On the way home OWF is talking about making dinner. OWF likes to cook. OWF and Phoenicia Friend Husband do BBQ chicken and make a big tomato and basil salad. I don’t think I have ever seen so many tomatoes really. They bring it all onto the porch and light candles and open wine.
While they are cooking PF takes me for a little bike ride around town and for a tour of the grounds. I see the house next door, which is the sister house to PF house and it has a little guesthouse in back. Then I see the place where 6 recliner chairs are just in the middle of a field so you can see the stars at night.
And then we see THE MAGIC HOUSE. The Magic House is a little house in the middle of the other field. It is really the size of a shed. It has French doors on both sides, a double bed and little white Christmas lights on the beam on top. Anyone can sleep in the magic house. It is always open.
We go back and sit on the chairs for a minute and I see a shooting star. I cannot believe it! I never get to see shooting stars. The only one I ever saw was in California.
I feel lucky.
We head back and sit down and get ready to eat. Already everyone is on the 3rd bottle of wine. Since I am the only one not drinking I have the sober edge. I start listening very carefully to everything everyone is saying. Being sober, you can really learn a lot at times like these.
We eat. Almost everyone has a food and wine crash right after. We barely make it cleaning up and drag our carcasses to our beds. Secretly I am very glad about the wine. Because now I have more time in my special billowy room with everyone passed out. I even have a little bathroom in there. No one else is on the ground floor. Just me. Me on the futon on the back porch.
I sit up in the bed and I listen really hard to hear the outside. There are bug noises and tree noises. I think: Why do I live in Brooklyn?
I lie down and snuggle into my futon bed. I sleep right through for 8 straight hours.
In the morning the light wakes me. The house is still quiet and I get up and make coffee. I try to be really quiet so I can have the whole house to myself still. I take my coffee to my billowy room and close the door and do a little writing. I think: This is a perfect writing room.
Soon people are awake and the house starts to buzz. We sit outside on the porch couch with blankets and drink coffee. The kids want to go to the lake. But PF has to go to a garden tour. PF daughter is having a freak out.
I am suddenly reminded that I no longer have young children. That I am here alone. That son is in Minnesota at the Frisbee Nationals and daughter is at Martha’s Vineyard with her friend.
I feel a little sad that we are not together.
While I can I sneak out for a quick run. I run down the street and through the cute town, which has one of everything you need. It also has Sweet Sue’s breakfast place that has tremendous fluffy pancakes.
When I get back we decide to go to the lake, just for while because PF has other things she has to do. The lake is surrounded by mountains. In the middle is a floating dock the kids can jump off of. Back and forth, back and forth they go.
But not for long because we have to head back. Into the van and back to the house. PF and her crew have to go their way. WF, OWF, Friend of OWF and her kid and I meet up with AWF and her GF and all head down to the river for one last river ride. We spend our last hour riding the river and sitting on the round rocks talking as the tubers go by.
“Time to go!” WF says.
“Ok.” we say. We are hoping to avoid traffic.
We walk up the path to the car. I strip down and change my clothes right there on the side of the road, it being the country and all.
First I warn the crew, “I am gong to strip down right here and change, it being the country and all.”
No one cares.
I strip.
I shove my wet bathing suit into the backpack and shove the backpack into the trunk. We all get in and sit in the exact same seats as we did before. Except AWF and her GF who switch sides.
We pull away. I look back and I see the mountain and all the pointy trees on top.
I think: I saw a shooting star. I slept in a hammock. I went in the magic house. I had BBQ. I went in a lake. I went for a run. I went for a bike ride.
And it’s only 24 hours later.
24 hours of magic later.
Yeah.