So this morning I was chatting with my sister via email and she said, "I need a holiday," to which I replied, "Yeah, me too... and a holiday where I actually go somewhere." There was a thoughtful pause from me as I tried to remember the last holiday where I went somewhere. Okay, I remember now... it was the holiday where I did a bus tour of parts of the USA and Canada. I combined two bus tours, with a stop off in Calgary in between them to visit my cousins. The first tour was 16 days around these places:
That was a lot of fun and I stayed an extra couple of days in New York at the end, before heading off (via Calgary) for another 16 days around these places:
This part was even more fun because it included DISNEYLAND! And Las Vegas, which, if one is not gambling, is kind of like a grown-up Disneyland. It was lots of fun.
But here's the scary part. I was trying to remember exactly when I took this holiday, and finally realised it was just before the September 11 attacks (I left America on September 2, as it happens). That was in 2001... that's EIGHT YEARS AGO! I haven't had a holiday in EIGHT YEARS. Of course I've taken time off work, and had uni holidays in the 2004-2007 period when I was studying, but I used the time to visit family or to stay at home relaxing. There's nothing wrong with a stay-at-home holiday, but geez... has it really been that long?
Right now I have exactly NO money for a holiday and that is likely to be the case for quite a while but still I think I'm going to have to come up with some sort of holiday idea soon. Because wow, eight years...
I need a holiday.
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