Last year, I took a rest from travelling. After a decade of jetting off here and there, I was tired. Airports. Flying. Check-in. Check-out. Suitcases. Packing. Unpacking. Jet lag. Passports. Visas. Culture shock. Lost luggage. Language barriers. Delhi belly. Blah blah blah. All this stuff had me left me legless. The destination, no matter how beautiful/astounding/intriguing/new, was almost becoming less than the sum of its parts. I needed a break. I needed to stay put long enough for my sofa to develop a permanent indent the size of my ass. So, I said no to press trips and almost all other invitations abroad. Anything outside of the M25 suddenly seemed a bit of a stretch too.
That’s not to say that I didn’t go anywhere – Australia beckoned for my high school reunion, Japan requested my company at a wedding, Italy demanded its annual encore, and who was I to pass a trip to Casablanca for fashion week? But this was all tame in comparison to the year previous, when I couldn’t catch my breath. I can’t tell you how pleased I am that I gave myself a time out, because this year I’m back on track. So far, it’s been St Lucia (a Caribbean first!) and a couple of trips back to Morocco, but I’ve also got sorties planned for Beirut, Reykjavík, Edinburgh, Tuscany, New York and Sydney over the next couple of months. And I CAN’T WAIT to share it all with you. I’ve got the travel bug back and I couldn’t be happier.
What are your travel plans for the summer? I’d love to know!