Try and book something just two weeks before you’re due to go away ¦¦ Because that’s what last minute deals are for, right?!
Have no clear idea of where you want to go ¦¦ …and then get two people to try and agree on anything. We just about got as far as deciding we wanted to go and sit on a beach and read for 4 days, which was a massive achievement, and based solely on the fact we’re both having a Stop The World I Want To Get Off kind of a moment.
Accidentally keep looking at city breaks when you just decided you wanted a beach holiday ¦¦ When you don’t normally do beach holidays, the temptation to click on all the exciting looking weekends in Prague and Madrid is overwhelming.
Be stingy ¦¦ Of course we don’t want to spend a fortune.
Go for an awkward length of time ¦¦ We have 4 days off, which apparently is not a common holiday length to cater for. 5 days is fine, and obviously 7 or 14 is great. But 4? Nope.
Try and make bookings from somewhere without wifi or good phone signal ¦¦ It’s a lesson in frustration.
Be fussy ¦¦ I usually operate on the principle that everywhere promises an adventure worth having, so why am I suddenly exceedingly picky about where I want to go? So far I’ve decided I ‘don’t fancy’ going to Amsterdam, large swathes of France, or the basically the whole of Italy. Why?! What’s got into me??
I think it’s a bit like that thing that happens whenever you go into a shop with a gift voucher. You want to buy something, you have the means to, but suddenly you can’t find anything that fits. Does anyone else get that?
So, where shall I go for 4 days at the beginning of September…? All suggestions welcome (no, seriously).
Linking up with Bumble Bee Mum for Travel Tuesday