We love the water. We love to be near it; walking by it, gazing lovingly at it and playing in it. We’ve been known to spend time underwater with snorkels, and on the surface in boats, kayaks, canoes, and paddleboards.
Although we had each tried surfing once, we are not surfers. Yet we are drawn to surf towns. There’s something about the vibe. As a general rule, the surf towns we’ve visited tend to be small with no major resorts. The vibe is super chilled and the coffee and craft beer terrific. Yoga and massage studios abound, and there’s great fresh food to be had. The focus is on unwinding and enjoying life’s simple pleasures. Breathing slows, and we become attuned to the rhythm of the surf. Continue reading
Our first indication that we were in for a less than stellar experience came when the agent at the bag drop told us we would not like flying Ryanair. Hmm, slightly ominous! As it turned out, Ryanair was fine. Stansted Airport on the other hand, not so much.
Stansted Airport employed the Las Vegas school of design, forcing you to run a rat’s maze mall, and wait in a shop-surrounded pen until the last possible moment before announcing your gate so you could finally dash to it, barely in time for boarding. Every element is designed to best separate you from all the euros/pounds you saved by booking that cheap flight. Continue reading
I call it the 3 am brain. You know the one I mean. The little bugger that clicks on the moment you roll over one too many times and says “oh helloooo there! I’ve been waiting for you!” It gleefully prods you until you are wide awake, and then announces all the things that you simply must mull over at this very moment.
On this particular night, all the 3 am brain had to say was “what the fuck did we just do?” Continue reading