Quote Originally Posted by Sad Eyed Lady View Post
There is one day in my life, in the early 70's, that when I think of it or refer to it just seems magical. That day was shared with DH and he always agreed that it felt that way to him too. Early 70's, we had been married just a few years and were broke as newlyweds often were back then. We wanted to go on "vacation" but had no money, so we had a one day vacation at a local place not far from us. I made a lunch that we packed in a cooler, drove to our destination and spent the day at various touristy activities/sites, and ate our picnic lunch. On the way home it starting raining and we saw an old man walking beside the road, so we stopped and gave him a ride. Then before we got home we passed a truck that my grandfather was riding in and I remember smiling and waving at him.

So you see, nothing outstanding, except that day has stood out all these years later as a purely magical day. That feeling is not just in hindsight as some of our memories are, but it felt so then and has all these many years later.

Fun thread, I love reading all these responses.
That's a beautiful "best day"--thanks for sharing it.

I remember one day when I was traveling in England--I was there for Junior Year Abroad. We wanted to see the moors of the Brontes but we didn't realize what a convoluted public transit journey it was. We had to take a train to York, then a train to Leeds and then a bus to Haworth, and then walk up to the Bronte sisters' father's parsonage.

By the time we got there it was dark--pitch dark. We saw a woman in the church and we asked her where the moors were. She cautioned us against going up there at that time, but she pointed us in the direction, and we headed off.

We walked up the hills until we got to a spot where the heather was literally swooshing around our calves in the wind, but we couldn't even see it. What we could see was the town's twinkling lights down below, silhouettes of horses on hills further up and directly above us millions of stars. It was silent except for the swooshing (and I THINK I did hear Heathcliff calling 'Cathy!' , and it was dark except for lights below and the gloaming above. It was a truly mystical moment and my best travel memory by far.

So, I'm not sure if it qualifies as a "best day" but it was a truly memorable, wonderful day--thanks SEL, for jogging my thoughts.