Yearning for the sun … Is it time to talk about holidays yet?
The past few weeks have seen my regular holiday yearning blossom and grow into something almost tangible, with the result that now every time I see an image of sun or sunshine or suntan lotion I almost break out in …
The past few weeks have seen my regular holiday yearning blossom and grow into something almost tangible, with the result that now every time I see an image of sun or sunshine or suntan lotion I almost break out in a rash … I think it’s because I haven’t been on a proper holiday in around two years – rather, I’ve been at fashion week or on press trips or on weekend breaks during which my relationship falls apart. (Now that I write that down, I think I deserve a trip to the Bahamas or, oh yes, this Hawaii surf bootcamp.)
But I have also been thinking about the best holidays I’ve been on, so I thought I’d give you a wee rundown …
I was there a couple of years ago with my sister and her friend, and we ate delicious Italian food and swam in the lake and basically soaked up the sun and the atmosphere and the culture (little knowing that, a few short years later, we’d be stalking George Clooney around the shore.)
I went for a fortnight to stay in one of those resorts where thousands of English people warn you not to go outside the walls, so we wandered to the local restaurants, went on a desert safari, saw the Star Wars moon terrain and salt lakes, and ate far too much merguez.
When I was in fourth year in secondary school, I spent three weeks in the south of France learning to sail a catamaran and speak French and getting more tanned than the most tanned Spanish student you’ve ever seen. Bliss!
This year, I have a holiday planned for the end of August – to Nice for two weeks, at the moment entirely alone – and, while I’m really looking forward to it, I can’t help but wish for something a little sooner … Sigh. I was so spoiled by those heady Celtic Tiger years!