Holidays are weird when you already live abroad. I’ve taken one package holiday in my life, when we still lived in Sweden, my child was 2, and there was a really hot May and all holidays were extremely cheap. I booked, picked up my bags and my child, and went for a week’s self-catering holiday to Crete. (Ooh, I love Crete, with the Minoan civilisation and all that.) It was great.
After moving here, we did the usual going home every year, until that thing happened in 2010, after which we didn’t any more. But I am a carer and one of the most important ways a carer has to take care of their own health is by taking breaks. So I’ve taken my annual week and gone down to Croatia to see my lovely friends.
We swim, we eat lovely food, we look at the Roman stuff and the other stuff, and just have a lovely quiet time.
I do love my friends.