Memories are made of Bliss

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 ..

image by Deb Fletcher

 

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?