King, Queen, Full or Twin?

I've just returned from a "girl's getaway" to Amish territory with good friends who, like me, have outlived their husbands. In this case, some of my traveling companions had outlived their marriage. We "survivors" travel somewhat differently now from what we might have on the same trip with our husbands. The size of the bed matters! Girlfriends will share a king size bed or sleep in a twin size in the same room with others, but a queen size is space invasion and a full size just ain't gonna happen. We had a King. Could hardly SEE our bed mate, let alone touch her.


Baths and showers are handled differently too. Our shared bath had a large, elegant shower with a seat at each end and two flexible shower heads, plus a separate garden tub with a half dozen jets. What a waste! Time was... And, we take turns. I'm an early riser, so once the coffee is brewing, I'm in and out of there. Oh, and women traveling together understand courtesy flushes. THAT sure is different from traveling with a husband!



We shopped at the Flea Market in Shipshawana -careful not to purchase anything too heavy or bulky as we knew we'd have to lug it around all day without benefit of "big, hulking man-types" to shoulder our burden. Of course, most men I know, including my beloved, would have been finding a bench to sit on and wait. Or even better, a spot for a cold beer, and we'd have had to tote all that stuff around anyway. We had Amish comfort food - fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, noodles, fresh corn and super size pie slices for dessert. Now I ask you, when was the last time your spouse got to eat like that without your stern warning of an impending heart attack? I'd sure like to see that tummy-full grin of satisfaction once more and I bet I'd keep my cholesterol jibes to myself. Then again, maybe not.