We're all (not) going on a summer holiday
I’m frustrated. Not that that’s anything new! I seem to fluctuate wildly between frustration and contentment these days. This week I am mostly being frustrated by…. my inability to travel. I want to go places; see things; meet people; soak up some sun/frolic in snow; experience a different culture; go out for meals; travel on a plane for the first time; I could go on but I expect you’ve got the gist of it!
I was having a quiet drink with some friends the other day and we got to talking about going on holiday. They wanted to hire a yacht on the Med for a week or so. Someone asked if I would be up for it. I responded by saying that it sounded like a lovely idea but that, for me at least, it was never going to happen. “Why not?” was the reply. Oh boy. As a certain Mr Shakespeare once said, “Let me count the ways.” I shan’t bore you with them all. In fact, I did the same when answering the question. Rather than get bogged down in the details I simply said that there were a million reasons why I wouldn’t be able to manage such a trip. That may have been a slight exaggeration but a million is a nice round number.
The last time that I left the country was just under 5 years ago when we had a family holiday to Northern Brittany. Since then I have invoked the use of Expedia numerous times in order to plan trips that sadly always come to naught. There are always hurdles that I haven’t thought of or difficulties I’ve put to the back of my mind. I’m not talking about wild adventures to far flung corners of the earth. I’d just like to see a few European cities or something along those lines. Don’t get me wrong, I love Britain. In fact the East Coast is one of my favourite places in the world (albeit my somewhat limited world!). There’s nothing quite like experiencing sizeable waves hitting the Southwold seafront.
How does everyone else manage it? I guess that my biggest problem is that even once I’ve dealt with all the accessibility problems associated with travelling, I’m absolutely exhausted! It would probably take me the length of the holiday to get over the journey there and ready myself for the journey home. Ah well, I must remember that I’m only 23. Who knows what the future holds? I may yet manage to make that much longed for journey. Until then I’ll just have to make so with my imaginary Expedia-enabled holidays. Never has someone used their website so much and travelled so little!
N.B. It appears that The Bard didn’t actually write, “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” But ‘as a certain Mr Shakespeare said’ sounds a lot better than ‘as a certain Elizabeth Barrett Browning said’. I hope you’ll forgive me.
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