Full of the joie de vivre on the cobbled streets of Uzes.
We’re back from a week’s holiday in a beautiful corner of the South of France. Here’s what I learnt while I was there:
- My home is hideously immaculate (bordering on sterile) and I feel insanely liberated showering in a bathroom where chunks of paint fall off the wall mid way through shampooing
- You learn a lot about even those who are closest to you when you go on holiday with them
- [Real] bread is beautiful but moreish. Only ever pack stretchy clothes for holidays
- I want to be a baker. In a sleepy French village. Our children will be bilingual. My husband will touch up the paintwork in the bathroom, perhaps.
- Exploring is so much more enriching than a suntan. There will always be time to sit beside a pool – if only my 14-15 year old stroppy teenage self had been more aware of this
- Holidays are relaxing. Until you hire a car, fill it with four adult passengers and the drones of an incorrectly programmed sat nav
- When your legs brush home grown lavender and mint the smell will make you giddy and transport you somewhere that feels a million, trillion miles from home & your neglected suburban back yard
- You don’t need to stay in a hotel – as long as long as you have a dishwasher
- Don’t fill a silence. Make the most of the calming peace and quiet it offers
- Don’t be so quick to opt for long haul. There is still so much of Europe left to explore
This post was inspired by someone else’s initial learnings from #amonthinGreece with her family. Victoria’s Instagram alone is well worth a look at this time of year!