Back from the Cottage

Last weekend of July, Husband's father's side of the family has a reunion. It's held at their summer cottage on the shores of Lake Ontario.

Husband calls it a cottage. I call it the closest I get to camping. It is a house, with a kitchen, living room, upstairs has bedrooms. A big porch where everyone hangs out all the time.

And one bathroom with no ventilation. Husband's side of the family is all men. There are 6 of them.

So, it's kind of primative. However the company is laidback and fun and Husband can finally relax. He thinks the place has healing powers, able to fix what's physically wrong with him.

I think it's because it evokes good memories of spending summers there growing up, and while at the cottage, he can unplug from the rest of the world and responsibilities. For the longest time, there wasn't even a phone at the cottage. And even now, cellphone reception is weak.

So it's a place where he can totally relax and that's why it heals.