I'm aching for the ocean today.
Spending the weekend with my girls (more on them later) has left me with that salty taste in my mouth that I can't get enough of.
I suppose it could have something to do with my itchy feet and not having had a proper holiday in close to two years, away from home that is. I broke a bone in one of my hoofs last time. It was a 3 week holiday that turned into a one week whirlwind that was swiftly ended once I crushed my fourth metatarsel on some marble in Santorini in Greece. This was shortly followed by a two week stint of drugs, chocolate, couch-lounging and stair-hopping in a friend's abode in Southern England.
Summation: I NEED A HOLIDAY.
Well, I'm getting one, in July this year. I'm taking off for a few months to Europe. It's now March and I have nada planned, only my flight over. Nothing else is booked. I need to get onto that pronto. I get so overwhelmed when I look at places. I am not an avid traveller, or planner for that matter. Once I'm there I'm fine but I kind of need someone to come up with an itinerary for me.
I'm going to have to be a big girl and try and get my sh!t together so I can maximise my play time.
Currently on my initial holiday list:
Spain - Benicassim festival
Italy
Portugal
Croatia
Amsterdam
I don't know what else to put on the list yet. I'm intent on trawling whatever beaches I can find and lazing with cocktails. That is my idea of a holiday. I don't think this will sustain me for a month however.
We'll see what I can come up with. I'm giving myself a three week deadline. I have to move in the next fortnight and that's currently consuming me.
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