Where’s Your Mecca?

This morning as I gazed sleepily at my Moosewood Restaurant coffee cup I remembered fondly the time I dragged my husband, young children and mother to the Moosewood Restaurant in Ithaca, New York. We were on our way to or back from Toronto and, since I’d been a loyal fan of their cookbooks for several years, I wanted to eat at the restaurant — something that had been on my wishlist for years — so the detour was made. The food was great and just being at the restaurant was special, so I think the detour was worth it.

The only other Meccas for me were C. S. Lewis’ home and Watership Down — both of which I visited in the late 1970s when Jeremy’s father drove Jeremy and me down the backbone of England to visit relatives near Dover. He asked if there were any [literary -- he was a librarian] sites I wanted to see and of course I said Oxford and then added Watership Down since that was nearby. I believe we also visited Stonehenge on that trip. So, I suppose we hit three of my Meccas that year.

This post makes me want to revisit (in this blog) every place Jack Burgoyne took me. He was a huge influence on the adult I became. While I don’t regret my decisions about his son, I do regret that meant I lost Jack.

Do you have a Mecca? Where is it? Have you visited it? Did it live up to your expectations?

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Mother of two twenty-somethings. Recent empty-nester. Adjusting to the new normal.

5 thoughts on “Where’s Your Mecca?

  1. Interesting that you should mention C.S. Lewis. I’m deeply into A Grief Observed.

    • That’s one I’ve not read, although I have a copy of it, Lali. I mostly read his non-religious stuff (although everything he wrote had some sort of religious meaning). My favorite may be Till We Have Faces.

  2. Deloney

    My Mecca is Vieux Quebec, the old part of Quebec City. I was there three years ago.

  3. I think I remember you mentioning that when we met. I need to visit Quebec.

  4. I don’t really have a Mecca. When I was young, I got the travel bug from two little books that featured Australia, and the US. I’ve been to both, but could describe neither as my Mecca. These days my Mecca is Africa. But my Mecca is a moveable feast – a latest favourite, or a new place I’ve never been to.

    I will agree with Deloney though. Vieux Quebec is gorgeous, and I would really love to visit in winter. It reminded me (of course) of many of the old towns of France, particularly some in the Dordogne Valley.

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