This month’s travel link up theme made me cast my mind back over various travel memories, both good and not so good. I was having such a good time reminiscing that I thought I’d share this stream of consciousness with you, direct from the depths of my brain.
To my husband and favourite travel companion, I’d ask whether he remembers when we found the previous occupants’ dirty dishes hidden in the chest of drawers in our hostel room in Hobart? Well, when the showers looked like this we really shouldn’t have been surprised, I guess.
I wonder whether he remembers that time when we tried to go on a relaxing holiday and then realised there was a UNESCO World Heritage Site nearby? Namely, the Roman palace at Split, built in the 4th century. No big deal.
Oh and that the next time we went back to Croatia it rained so much we nearly got washed into the sea in our tiny hire car?
How about that time we planned a whole day trip to Ettalong and forgot to check whether anything was open – spoiler alert, it wasn’t. Not a sausage. We sat on the beach eating ice cream until the next ferry arrived and then we went home again.
Lastly, S may not want to be reminded of the brief autumn break we spent in Paris which was beautiful, except the sofabed in our Airbnb kept trying to fold itself up in the middle of the night with us still in it. There’s also the fact he was trying to finish off his thesis at the time and I was about to start my Worst Ever Nightmare Job but we definitely won’t talk about that.
To my big sister D, I’d ask; do you remember when we used to play Guess Who endlessly in the very back seats of the family car on our camping trips to France? Do you remember how Sam kept falling out, and we eventually lost him for good, only finding him again when we had to deep clean the car out to sell it? I feel like those camping trips were very formative, for all of us.
To my bestie, I’d ask if she remembers that time when I got a really awkward sunburn on our field trip to Spain? And I know she remembers this photo. It still cracks me up.
To assorted family members who shall remain nameless, remember that time we didn’t have a key to the chalet in Chamonix due to an administrative error (ahem) and we had to sit and wait in a garage for someone to drive it to us, from four hours away?
To my big sister J I’d ask if she remembers when we kept finding signs that made us laugh wherever we went. Gorilla burger, anyone? Would you like fries with that?
I’m assuming this one is a technical term.
(Sorry about the quality of these pictures. #2006)
I’d ask my university friends if they remember that time we decided to go on a day trip to Calais, a place not normally known for its beauty or touristic appeal. We got there, something weird happened to my car, we got very rained on, ate some crepes, and called it a day.
To my work colleagues, I’d say do you remember that time when we got boats out to a cool cove off the shore of Mallorca, everyone jumped in, then started yelling and heading rapidly back towards said boats? Those jellyfish had a field day.
To my other bestie E, I’d ask if she remembers the first glimpse we caught of the New York skyline out of the window of a yellow cab?
And the moment we realised it may have been a mistake to wear a skirt up the Top of the Rock?
To our lovely friends who we met up with for my birthday in Bangkok…
…I’d ask whether they remember the Jelly Parties ice cream?
And the Jesus Saves clock?
And finally, I’ve reminded myself of the terrifying MJ-a-like mural in my hotel in Sweden, that gave me a fright me every time I came back into my room after a long day at work. Literally. Every time.
NB. It wasn’t just this room either – all the other rooms had it, too. Why.
If anyone’s still with me at this point, I salute you. I barely am.