Just what are memories made of? Pictures, music, aromas, food, sensations? All of these, and more ..
Holidays for some are a welcome break away from the daily grind. For me they make up my happy memories. They are the times when I get to create my own bit of paradise that I can dip into on rainy days. Often it’s the small things that happened to make it special.
From holidays as a kid I remember sitting in the car overlooking a beach, windows steamed up as it rained cats & dogs outside. But we were on our holiday so, while the grown ups got out the flask of tea, I had a ’99’ ice cream dribbling down my hand (I want 2 flakes please). Happy days!
A perfect beach brought tears to my eyes (I get very emotional in beautiful places!) at the Galley Bay Hotel in Antigua – step out of Reception on to the white sand and you’ve arrived in Heaven. I spent a day snorkelling on a nearby reef and came home in a storm on a sail boat. My knuckles were white from hanging on but what a ride!
Chicago in winter, such a beautiful city. It was so cold but we found a backstreet cafe where they served soup in a loaf! It tasted like the most wonderful thing in the World on such a cold day.
Skiing in Canada – standing atop a mountain, eyes closed listening to snow fall from the trees (the instructor was a bit zen!). On the flight home I saw the Northern Lights -nothing so far has topped that.
Watching the sunset from a bar on the island of Ios, Greece. They played classical music and served cocktails while the sun dipped below the horizon. I got quite emotional – again! Must have been the alcohol ..
Twelve of us travelled to Australia for a crazy whistle stop tour. There were so many highlights including the spa bath with a view in Perth, and arriving in Sydney on Mardi Gras weekend. Totally unexpected but the best party we’d ever gatecrashed!!
I also have memories of Harvey on a day out covered in bees after running in to lavender bushes! This photo was a ‘before’, I abandoned the camera shortly afterwards and ran to his aid ..
So when I sit in my rocker watching the sun set for the last time, I’ll be smiling with memories of wonderful places ..
What are your travel memories made of?