The hardest thing out of: booking you hols, getting Annual Leave, getting there, building up a proper tan, chasing your travel insurance because they stole your phone, coming back home, doing the washing, sorting out the pictures on facebook IS....
- going back to work.
Today, for about 9 hours, I found myself sitting there staring at the invisible sea and seahorses waving at me from across the room.
Could not concentrate on the screen. Or the colleagues. Or the pax.
no no no.
It's the sun, the sky above me, the noise of the sea outside the terminal, the sand in my blue shoes.
It's the stars all over the ceiling, the coconut sellers along the desks, people with surfboards, and sun lotion in their handbaga, and a hat. I need a hat because I burnt my nose -again.
It's the smell of freedom, the need of walking on the shore.
that's it. I think i need to go again.