This weekend was easily one of the best ones I’ve had in a while. It didn’t take that much to make me very, very happy. A childhood friend, a van, ocean time and a lot of talking about everything and nothing resulted in a very happy Sarah. Then add some crazy weather and beautiful views, what do you get? A weekend that’s hard to match!
Cue the weirdest week of my life. Daisy and I were supposed to be road tripping from Surrey to Biarritz on the French/Spanish border, which is exactly what we did. Although it didn’t quite go how we expected. Flexibility and a willingness to say “yes” were both invaluable qualities required on this trip!
So this may come off as a rant and very ungrateful of the opportunities I have been presented with, but there’s a few home truths I think should be shared. These “truths” are sometimes overlooked, with only photos telling the story. I feel qualified to dis-spell them having road tripped for nearly 3 months in the past year.
Some would class this as some as a love letter. But I will class it as a letter of appreciation for the land I hold so dearly to my heart.
The familiar smell of chlorine washes into my nostrils, only this time combined with a fresh breeze off the ocean and the sound of the waves breaking as I stare up at the sky, which is fringed by the fronds of palm trees. I’m warmed by the sun rather than the oppressive heat that usually is present when I can smell pool water. I’m reminded of childhood holidays to Lanzarote, outdoor swimming pools and sunshine.
I fell for a boy.
And he fell for me.
But I have to leave.
And he has to stay.
So I think I owe it to all the other solo travellers out there who are finding it hard at the moment to tell you a little story. Being alone is hard. Harder than anyone can really imagine until they do it. You don’t realise how much you rely on other people for comfort, as a sounding board, for doing nothing with.