Where to Summer?

Over an Ethiopian dinner Monday night, Babe and I planned our dream summer itinerary. The discussion lasted throughout the meal and wrapped up only after we had walked to Dolcezza for gelato and then home.

First off, would be a long weekend in Chicago to see "Cy Twombly: The New World, Selected Works 2000-20007" at the Art Institute of Chicago. Being presented in conjunction with the opening of Renzo Piano's Modern Wing, the retrospective of sculptures, paintings, photographs and mixed media pieces is on display from May 16 to September 13 and we would give our eye teeth to see our favorite artist.

Then we'd return to Bermuda, for a brief four or so days, just so I could swim in that beautiful turquoise water and bronze myself from sun up til sun down again. Bermuda is not known for it's food or shopping so I would have no distractions while working on my world class tan.

The entire month of July would be spent in our beloved Southampton where I could occupy my free time stalking The Real Housewives of NYC instead of my usual suspect, Ina Garten. And, per usual, my shopping would rival that of Alex and Simon.

Back from our month in the South Fork and ready to give back, we'd pack our weekender's for several days in New Orleans volunteering at Habitat For Humanity. Yes, I must confess...I stole this idea from the Roloff's.

And, in August, the pièce de résistance would be a holiday in Positano staying at either Le Sirenuse...

Or the Hotel Santa Caterina on the Amalfi Coast.

This trip would not, could not, be complete without a jaunt over to Capri and a couple of days at the Grand Hotel Quisisana where I could visit my friend Costanzo and pick up a just few more pairs of his Canfora sandals to add to the collection.

Now, Babe's not on board with this part of the plan, yet, but I am just dying to go to a Dude Ranch somewhere in Montana or Wyoming. Sooo, if we are too exhausted from our early summer travels, and not up for a trip abroad, I'll be packing my chaps and headin out west.

Disclaimer...this is all just fancy planning and I will more than likely be spending the bulk of my summer in Fenwick Island and at the Volta pool. But, a girl can dream while she's feigning to like Ethiopian...

Kindness of Amy Fahrenkopf for the hotels and personal driver recommendations. And, a special thank you to "the most" private Babe for allowing me to post his handsome picture, even if it was under duress...