It’s Easter Long weekend! I am here in London and I will outwardly pretend that it is because I don’t agree with paying the higher prices to go away at Easter or that it’s because my grand vacationing plans fell through, but secretly (and this is just between you me and the lamppost right?), it’s because I was kind of disorganized and didn’t plan anything. I mean in my defense, Easter kind of snuck up on us no?
Now don’t sit there are feel sorry that I am not gallivanting around Europe or surfing in wales (Jodie!), because I have been having myself an unexpectedly great long weekend. Completely self-indulgent and with the making of plans stopping precisely at the immediate future. (disclaimer: Not too dissimilar from how I like to live my life anyway, but again, lets keep that between us!).
What I have noticed is that if you relax, let life lead itself and turn down the speed of life a bit, you notice some pretty funny things that happen around you. You also eat at weird times.. but that’s another blog all together.
So far this weekend there are a few things I have literally gone ‘I absolutely was not expecting to:
- see the sun to come out on Good Friday in London; but I am so pleased it did. It’s been some time since I have been able to sit for as long as I feel soak up some rays, try and attract as many puppies to steal a pat from them and I literally feel both happier (yes it’s possible!) and healthier for it! It’s unusual for the sun to stay out longer than you can here!
- hear my friend to say “hold this while I turn my coat into a carry bag”
- absolutely love doing yoga at the top of a 525 Foot building nicknamed the ‘Walkie Talkie’ (http://skygarden.london/news/sky-high-yoga) (refer images one and two)
- find a fabulous new hairdresser who at close to 60 years old was telling me she recently did the walk of shame home after a night out at one of London’s biggest clubs and for her to be surprisingly less trashy than I’ve just made her sound
- accidentally over-mustard-ed myself to the point of tears with a (delicious) Salt Beef Sandwich at borough market that had cheese melted onto it with the teensiest little blow torch you ever did see
- see a perfectly (polka dot) gift wrapped present sitting neatly in the fridge, recipient un-known (refer image three)
Based on the amusement I have had so far this weekend, I am pretty pleased that I have two more days to do with as I please. I’ll start the rest of it by making myself about the eleventy-billionth cup of tea.
Happy Easter peeps! Hope the bunny is kind to you tonight and you eat your body weight in hot cross buns if that’s your thing!
So, you know when you are talking about your travels; holidays past or upcoming travel plans, maybe you are sharing a couple of your perfect photos of your latest trip and your well meaning friend offers you the classic and socially polite response of ‘I am sooooo jealous, you are so lucky’! I have blogged before about my dysfunctional relationship with this conversation and attitude but for a quick refresher for those who’ve recently joined see the next paragraph.
I do tend to keep my honest response to myself when this is said to me, but I don’t believe luck has much to do with it. Sure there are a few things that come into play with luck in general life, but the ability to travel has more to do with desire to, sacrifice and planning than luck!
This topic re-occurred to me recently when I was trotting myself through London to work. I do like to do the 45 minute walk from time to time, however I have encouraged myself to do it a few more times over the last couple of months as funds are slightly tighter than usual as I have recently booked my next big trip (get excited now: I’m going to JORDAN! More about that shortly…) now back to what I was saying – that £2.40 each way tube journey sure adds up, so I will happily sacrifice a little extra time, a little bit of sleep and a few millimeters a week off my shoe heel to put that into the travel fund.
This brings me to my case-in-point: what do you sacrifice to live the life that you want and therefore choose to live? For me at the moment (as I have said before), it is physical possessions – not buying that lovely new top or dealing with the fact that those shoes that don’t quite match the outfit because I would rather have an adventure than those new earrings.
Sacrifices go further than just walking to work to reduce the oyster card fund or ‘layering’ your summer gym gear for your winter outdoor boot camp, but also less tangible things. Living 17,000Km away from some of your loved ones and the familiarity of your home town (and it’s heavenly salt water and sunshine) is something that you deal with to experience different experiences and explore more of our beautiful planet and build memories in the other hemisphere.
As you know, I could carry on all day (about most topics), but this quiet Saturday night in and as such the first blog post I have written in some months is partially dedicated to my upcoming trip to Jordan. I’m doing a trip with On The Go Tours and I absolutely cannot wait! You might know already I have a bit of a fascination with the Middle East, (the length of my post about my trip to Morocco is a pretty big clue). The Middle East ignites the curious traveller in me. The lives they live are so rich in a culture not remotely like ours that it makes you naturally compare and appreciate the differences.
I won’t carry on more than that for now, but I just watched this little video about Jordan and it’s increased my excitement ten fold!
Jordan – November 2015