It’s summer and my Facebook feed is full of holiday photos. If I were to make a wrap-up, I would say that Croatia, Ibiza and Santorini – in this particular order – were the most visited places in the last couple of months.
While I make a mental note to put Croatia on the radar for next year, I also realise that I am not exactly what you would call an effective traveller. By this, I mean that I am not visiting a new place each time I travel – I simply cannot give up on revisiting my favourite places just because I haven’t seen the entire world yet – nor am I a big fan of short stays. I need at least three full days – excluding travel – for a getaway in a place I see for the first time, and at least a full week to call that a decent stay. A real holiday cannot be any shorter than two weeks. It’s surely not a coincidence that my best travel memories are linked to such longer stays.
Besides being loyal to cherished destinations and a big fan of long stays, I’m also failing in following some contemporary travel trends: the ski holiday in February and the exotic holiday around New Year’s Eve.
In my case, it’s all a matter of feeling. I can wake up one day realising that I miss Berlin. If that feeling stays with me long enough, then I book flights for Berlin. Or, it’s June, I am at the office, raindrops hitting the glass walls on a background of grey skies. Depressed by the crappy weather in Amsterdam, I daydream about the sunny beaches of the Black Sea and some Southern European heat. No way I am going to leave this year pass without getting to see Vama Veche! – this seems to be a yearly mantra, thus plane tickets for Romania and a trip to the Romanian seaside are booked every summer. I can also come across photos of various destinations that get me into a certain mood – the mood of the place I travelled to, or the mood I can imagine belonging to somewhere I’ve never been – and I know I want to feel that for real. And so, I book that feeling. I am not practicing the escape holiday – I quite enjoy the every day as it is, where it is – nor am I interested in ticking “places I visited ” on the world map. Let’s just say I only travel when I really want to go to that place.
My summer holiday is already booked as we speak, and this year I am happily revisiting – for the fourth time – and for a decent stay – ten days – a place that stole my heart irreversibly.
Looking at each of the photos below simply makes my heart beat faster, knowing that I could submerge into any of those local moods at any time. This morning, however, I woke up in Amsterdam. What about you?
SANTORINI Greece: Waking up to the blue of the Aegean and the white of the façades
AMSTERDAM, the Netherlands: Waking up and feeling that`s where home is