happened so fast … As that song from Grease goes. Maybe I should change the lyrics to “Summer lovin, please come as fast as you can?” And that folks, is the reason why I would make a really crap lyricist.
As I type this I look out the window and it is greyest of grey outside. Our little village is covered in mist. Thinking of summer at the moment feels a bit ludicrous, or perhaps, this is the perfect time to dream of summer and going on holiday? Some of you have probably even booked your summer trips already. We did that too last year and the year before that, booked as early as February. This year though, things are a bit on hold for now. But I will save that for another post. For now, I want to take you and myself back to the summer of 2014.
It was the summer we took a road-trip from Cornwall to the French countryside and stayed at Eurocamp at the La Croix du Viuex Pont at Berny-Riviera, which was near enough for us to have a day trip to Paris and Disneyland and back.
If you asked little T, of course what made the trip memorable was seeing Elsa and Anna live in Disneyland, Paris. If you asked me and my husband, we’d say we loved the long and lazy days spent doing absolutely nothing but ambling down quiet and empty roads in the French countryside.
Even the nearby town, Compiègne felt like a ghost town when we visited. There was hardly anyone in the streets. Although to be fair, later in the day, the French came out and of course to us, seemed impeccably stylish even in their every day wear.
We live in a small village too here in Cornwall, but walking around in our little village, chances are, you’ll meet someone, especially a dog-walker, strolling around the village. But not in the French countryside, we wondered, where everyone was! But that was part of the charm I guess, the emptiness and solitude of the French countryside, what more can one ask? Of course, this isn’t what everyone wants in a holiday. Some may prefer the maddening chaos of Paris which I also enjoyed actually. I loved walking around the streets of Paris and gazing at old rambling buildings. Although the crowd was a little bit too much for me, I think a day in Paris is enough, although my husband said, perhaps visit in a quiet month, like in autumn.
To me a perfect vacation is just that … meandering through streets, walking around like a local, making wrong turns and discovering things on your own, especially places that are not mentioned in tour guides. Having no itinerary, If you feel like lazing around on the beach and reading a good book, then so be it. Don’t have lists of things to do while on vacation. Remember, it’s all about taking a break from the madness of your everyday life.
What is your idea of a perfect holiday?
*This is an entry for James Villa Holiday’s competition.