While America mulls over whether to do the wrong thing or a slightly less wrong thing, I’ve been thinking about where to go on holiday. I need a holiday – it’s been a while since my last one. But trying to figure out where to go or what to do is stressing me out so much I … need a holiday.
Last year, I made the mistake of trying to do an active ski-ing holiday when what my body/mind really wanted was rest. So as soon as we arrived in the ski chalet we pretty much collapsed and consequently, tried to join the ski lessons three days too late. Which sent me into a blind snow panic.
So I don’t want to repeat that same mistake of a totally active holiday – but neither do I want a totally dull laid-back holiday. I did a two-week holiday in the sun two years ago, and by the end of the week, I was going slowly mad.
Ideally, I want a semi-active and semi-restful holiday. And I want to see some friends. Fortunately, some of my friends have courteously offered to put up with me so I need to decide between
- New York (shopping! culture! drinking!)
- San Francisco (drinking! culture! geek shopping!)
- Seattle (culture! drinking! The Science Fiction Museum!)
- Florida (beach! drinking!)
Decisions, decisions. Although having spent the weekend ironing and watching On Her Majesty’s Secret Service and all that lovely snow, plus my love for that bracing dry cold you can only get as autumn turns to winter, I’m tempted to go for another winter holiday. But the fear of the snow holds me back. Plus if I was out-of-shape last Christmas, I’m even more so, now.
Of course I could just stay at home and play Civilisation 3.