When I feel down, I fantasize about fabulous trips that I want to take. (What, you don't look at vacation porn? For shame.) We went on an eighteen-day trip to Italy last fall and it was hands-down the best eighteen consecutive days of my life. There is something so, so luxurious about that much time away. While it will likely be many moons before that kind of trip takes place again (although it's my goal to make sure that it's not a once-in-a-lifetime experience!), it's fun to pretend. Lately I've been preoccupied with fantasizing about Greece.
Our good friends went to Greece on their honeymoon and they keep telling us we have to go. It sounds divine and it looks a lot like Positano, one of our favorite places in Italy. Good food + good beach = happiness.
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I think this is my new happy place.
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And we have been before, but I still want to go back to London and Paris. My number one travel tip if you're going to these two cities: take the Chunnel! We flew from London to Paris and it was a (rather expensive) waste of a day, due in no small part to the fact that I had to shuffle my luggage around at Heathrow to meet the baggage weight requirements, resulting in an extra bag that I FORGOT AT BAGGAGE CLAIM in Paris. I remembered it when we were halfway into the city from Charles de Gaulle, and then we had to turn around on the train. The waste of a day was terrible, but I think the sheer embarrassment of having to say "j'ai oublié mes bagages" in my hideous French to all of the French airport personnel was almost worse. Baggage snafus aside, they are amazing cities.
Pack your bags! Where are we heading?
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