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Five holiday habits to bring home with you

18/06/2017 by Charlotte 2 Comments

Holiday habits to bring home with youWe’ve just spent a glorious week’s holiday in Menton in the south of France. I’d never heard of it before we booked our flights a few weeks ago and now I have it to thank for a much needed seven days of rest,  swimming in the sea, and more photograph-taking opportunities than any Instagrammer could hope for. (I’ve written a little guide to my favourite places and restaurants to visit in Menton for any future visitors).

But when we returned to normality yesterday, I felt myself automatically slip back into behaviours that simply don’t exist on holiday. My priority stopped being what felt good and relaxing, and I started darting from one thing to another, and ended up falling asleep early doors with a headache.

So, today I woke up determined to try to live life a little more like I do on holiday by adopting five more en-vacances-like habits. I hope you’ll find them useful too.

1. Drinking enough water

Following a horrific dose of sunstroke a couple of years ago (which resulted in a journey of self-discovery in a beach chemical toilet), I now know to respect the human body’s need for water. And nowhere am I more conscious of this than on holiday. This trip I got into the habit of waking up and drinking a 50cl dose of the good stuff, and then keeping it coming throughout the day until my bladder could take no more. If sunstroke taught me anything it’s that there are worse things than needing the loo all the time.

I’m pregnant so hydration is a constant agenda item for me at the moment, but it’s also just good sense. I prioritised it particularly on holiday because I was keen not to feel rough whilst away, but what about the rest of the year? Feeling good at home is just as important, so let’s keep that H2O a-flowing.

2. Using your phone in a more considered way

Despite having written my own set of rules for a healthier relationship with your phone, I’ve still been spending too much time with mine. But on holiday I’m much stricter. Every moment we’re away feels precious and cannot be wasted scrolling mindlessly through timelines. I didn’t have a complete cut off – I’d use it in the evening to post a photo or two on Instagram and to respond to messages – but I didn’t spend half as much time on it as I do usually. And I was so much happier and calmer for it.

But as soon as I got home, I had my phone in hand and was flipping from app to app for no apparent reason; it was just habit. Time is just as valuable here as it is on holiday, so I’m determined to introduce more of my vacation attitude to technology into everyday life.

3. Reading, glorious reading

And very much connected to the aforementioned mobile phone time cut down is the excuse holidays bring to indulge in books. Of course, this treat is in fact available to many of us everyday, but I for one do not make the most of it. I read all the time when we’re away. Every day we went to the beach I’d leave my phone in the hotel and sit reading under our umbrella (until I had to go back inside to use the bathroom again, that is).

Reading is the most wonderfully calming form of escapism, so why don’t I do more of it? Again, I think it comes down to the amount that we value our time on holiday. We’d never sit in our hotel room scrolling through TV channels for no reason – this is time we’ve secured to rest so we must make the most of it. Well, now I want to do that with the rest of my life, too.

4. Having a right good look at everything

Exploring new places is one of the best things about going on holiday. The slow pace lets you take in the sites in your own time, with only the occasional need to remark about how very sweaty you’re feeling to interrupt your activities.

When I’m on holiday, I’m there to look at all of the things. The views, the buildings, the sites, the colours. But I don’t think I give the world anywhere near as much attention the rest of the time. I’m too busy needing to get on the train or to the shop or back home for Coronation Street. And while it’s reasonable to move a little faster in your everyday life, it doesn’t do you any harm to try to do just one thing at a time. To walk down the street, not to do it whilst also looking at your phone. To have dinner with your husband, not to sit there looking over his shoulder at an episode of Friends you can already recite word for word.

I’m person #857849 on the internet to talk about the joy of being present and mindful and whatnot. But there is a reason it’s such a popular subject. Injecting a little of that holiday pace and focus into real life can only make it more enjoyable.

5. Listening to what you need

It’s wonderful to go away or just to take time off at home. For once you have the freedom to not just do what you want but what you need, too. You can lie down when you’re tired. You can have a dip in the sea when you’re hot. And you can get away with eating a pain au chocolat for breakfast every morning because “that’s what the baby wants”.

Time is in your gift when you’re on holiday, which makes all of this easier to bring about. But by taking a break you’re also giving yourself permission to look after yourself. And I don’t see why we can’t apply the same rules at home. We don’t have to go out tonight if we’re not up to it. Nor do we have to answer that email or tackle that nasty mark on the hobs until we’re feeling more energetic. We can go to bed if that’s what we need. Nobody is going to say anything (and you’ll be asleep anyway, so).

You’ll never regret doing what you need to feel well, rested and ready to face the world. Only you really know what that is anyway, so it’s OK to make it happen.

I think we should start bringing more of the kindness we show ourselves on holiday home with us. I started today –  I took on one task at a time, I thought twice before picking up my phone, and I ate ice cream because I felt like it. As to how it’ll go when I have a more to do than a pile of washing I don’t know, but the determination to try is a good start.

Holidays may be a once-a-year treat, but the lessons they can teach us about how to get better at relaxing are there for the taking any time.

Posted in: LIFE LESSONS, ON TRAVEL Tagged: bad habits, habits, happiness, holiday, life advice, menton, mindfulness, mobile phones, south of france, travel, valuing your time

That time I pep talked myself into using a chemical toilet

16/08/2015 by Charlotte 3 Comments

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There are some places you just don’t want to put your butt.

That’s what I said to my husband when I came out of the loo on a beach in Gozo a few days ago.

Because the thing about marriage is that, whether you want to or not, you have to listen to the other person’s stories. It’s in the vows. I speak, you listen, nod and say ‘No way!’ whenever there’s a silence. A commitment to looking interested whilst your partner shares whatever bullsh*t they wish to divulge is at the heart of every happy relationship.

Now for some context:

We spent the last 10 days on Malta and Gozo. It’s beautiful there, the food is delicious, and I drank a mango daiquiri which was so sweet that I swear I heard my teeth cry. It was a great trip.

But unfortunately, a few days in, I got a hard dose of sunstroke. I took my eye off the hydration ball and tumbled fast into a state of pain and confusion I wish never to return to. It was chuffing horrible.

And as a result, once I’d pulled my mind back together and felt able to start consuming solid foods (I’d like to take a moment to thank Nutella for helping me believe that I would indeed experience joy again), I committed to chucking back water for the rest of the holiday like it was going out of fashion. I couldn’t get enough of the stuff. It was partly paranoia and partly because it was 34 degrees outside and if I didn’t keep my liquids topped up, I was bound to find myself with another one-way ticket to sunstroke town, and that is somewhere you only want to go to once. Think of it like the Times Square of illnesses. Once in a lifetime is plenty.

But the thing about drinking endless amounts of water is it makes you need the toilet. A lot. Now, if you know me, you will not think this is news. I always need the toilet. It’s my thing. Some people have their hair or their looks or their incredible Donald Duck impression as their thing, whereas I have my weak bladder. If I can ever find a way to make money from it, my god I will.

But this was ridiculous. It made my usual toilet frequenting look positively irregular. But I saw the need as a good thing. Because when you have sunstroke you don’t need the toilet at all, because your body is desperately trying to keep hold of every drop of moisture it can to keep you alive. HAVE I CREATED ENOUGH OF A SENSE OF DRAMA YET BECAUSE IT FELT VERY REAL FOR ME AT THE TIME.

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Anyway, so that’s how I came to find myself on a beautiful beach in Gozo, ready to burst if I couldn’t get my toilet on and fast.

So I opened the portable loo door, and instantly added yet another instance to my memory bank of times when I wished I was a man and could stand up to go to the toilet. I won’t go into it, but things were a little grim and I did NOT want to sit on that. But one way or another I had to go, my bladder was not messing around.

My mum has always tried to instil three core beliefs in me: 1. Always cook your chicken properly; 2. Never wear shoes in the house; and 3. Always crouch over a public loo. Now, I have nailed 1 and 2 – I take my cooking very seriously and the mere thought of a shoe wearing foot wandering around my house makes me SHUDDER, but when it comes to 3 I have let her down due to a combination of weak thigh muscles and utter laziness. But on this occasion it was either hover or don’t bother (and P.S if I ever get a tattoo, I think that’s what I’ll go for). I had no choice.

So I went for it. And just like every other major milestone I’ve reached, I needed some seriously positive self-talk to help me through: “Ok, we can do this!”  “Come on, Reeve*, you’re almost there!”  “Mum would be so proud of you right now!”  “Gosh, wouldn’t it be awful if this whole thing toppled over!”

*Reeve was my surname before I got married. In situations where I need to motivate or berate myself, this is the name I opt for. The single syllable is particularly effective at such times.

And I did it. I strolled out of there laughing and swinging my hips and high-fiving every fellow holidaymaker I passed. OK, the last part isn’t true – I wasn’t going to touch ANYTHING until I’d doused myself in anti-bacterial hand wash.

I rejoined my husband underneath our beach umbrella and regaled him with my tales from the portable toilet, whilst he smiled and nodded and wondered if it really would have been so bad if he’d just remained single.

The thought of my achievement, my ability to put mind over matter, and the prospect of whatever marvellous triumph I might take on next kept me smiling right up until the moment when I started to need to go to the toilet all over again.

That may have been the proudest three minutes of my life.

Posted in: ON TRAVEL Tagged: gozo, holiday, malta, toilets

You’re on holiday. And it’s OK.

09/08/2015 by Charlotte 3 Comments

You're on holiday. And it's OK.

It’s OK to wear that dress that’s a bit too short because you’ve spent most of the day practically naked in a bikini anyway and what of it.

It’s OK to promise you’ll get out of the sun after just one more chapter of Amy Poehler’s Yes Please! (and maybe another one after that…)

It’s OK to have Pringles as an afternoon snack even if they’re in no way representative of Malta’s delicious cuisine because you promise you’ll still have room for some of that later.

It’s OK to look at your husband and think that one of the things you love most about your marriage is your pre-holiday airport routine of food, drinks, and panic shopping.

It’s OK to tell people about the sparkly flip flops you bought before your flight for a FIVER like it’s a great anecdote. You know why? Because it IS a great anecdote.

It’s OK to have a few days when you don’t email anyone. In fact, it’s more than OK, it’s DREAMY.

It’s OK that you took so many photographs of the little muffins that were waiting for you when you got to your hotel room because it’s possible that they are the most beautiful thing you will ever see.

It’s OK to sweat in front of your friends. It’s 34 degrees, you have absolutely no choice.

It’s OK to paint your nails by the poolside because that is an excellent use of time, and in this heat those babies will dry in seconds.

It’s OK to look at the family and friends you’re away with and think how incredibly lucky you are to have these people in your life because you are and don’t you dare forget it.

It’s OK that you bought the insect repellent that is slightly scented because it was cheaper. You can use the money you saved you buy bite cream because guess what, turns out the little bastards quite like the taste of it.

It’s OK to start thinking about your next holiday whilst you’re still on this one, because THIS. IS. THE. LIFE.

It’s OK that you’re appalling at volleyball. You have other skills, it’s just a shame that none of them are of any use at the beach.

It’s OK to forget that euros are real and to spend them like they’re Monopoly money.

It’s OK to let a holiday remind you how important it is that you make sure you do what you want with your life. Alongside pina colada consumption, that is exactly what these trips are for.

It’s OK that despite intending to have a few days without any screens you just had to sit down and write this. You just can’t help yourself, can you. But that’s OK.

Posted in: ON FRIENDSHIP, ON RELATIONSHIPS, ON TRAVEL Tagged: family, friends, holiday, marriage, rest, sun, vacation

What a bride is really thinking two weeks before her wedding

25/08/2013 by Charlotte 1 Comment

IMG_27461. Is it ok to watch TV when you get back to your hotel room on your wedding night?

2. I wonder if I can get away with putting a label that says ‘Don’t eat any of the red ones’ on the sweets table.

3. Will I have time to watch the Coronation Street omnibus while I’m getting ready?

4. The honeymoon will be the perfect opportunity to grow my over-plucked eyebrows back.

5. If only you could legitimately put DVD box sets on a wedding list.

6. I’m so glad I didn’t get a wedding dress that meant I had to reduce my cheese consumption.

7. I can’t wait to let the power that comes with wearing a wedding dress go straight to my head.

8. I hope nobody tries to make friends with us on our honeymoon.

9. Bank balance-wise, eloping would have been a much better choice.

10. The plus-side to the wedding being over is that I’ll have more ambitious things on my to-do list than ‘Find tongs small enough to pick a marshmallow out of a jar’.

11. Having so much time off emptying the dishwasher should not be the most exciting thing about going on a honeymoon. And yet it is.

Posted in: ON WEDDINGS Tagged: brides, coronation street, holiday, honeymoon, living together, wedding

Honeymoon booking: The curse of the online review

07/04/2013 by Charlotte Leave a Comment

IMG_2897We’re planning our honeymoon.

With the trials and tribulations of deciding how many sausages to allocate each guest at the wedding day barbecue, and which hairdresser is resilient enough to take on my mane, the promise of a massive holiday is doing wonders for morale.

We’re going to Bali. It’s very far away, so any unpaid wedding suppliers will have to really want their cash to travel for 17 hours to get it; it promises to be sunny, otherwise I’ll demand my money back; and, as far as I know, the Northern Line doesn’t run that far, and I could really do with a break from it.

Now that we’ve booked the flights, we need to choose where to stay. And, thanks to the internet, we can peruse every hotel, beach and bathroom Bali has to offer from the comfort of our lounge. But, like it or not, we can also see what every joker with an internet connection has to say about it.

Most of the time, reviews are very useful. I want to hear from real people whether a hotel’s sheets were clean and the doors were on their hinges, or if they would sooner sleep under a bridge than stay there again, but there are some details that should be left on the plane.

And so, I’ve put together a list of questions wannabe reviewers should ask themselves before they start typing, to save future holidaymakers some time…

1) Have you actually stayed at the hotel in question?
Now, one would assume this was an obvious requirement but apparently not. When investigating why a hotel we were considering was deemed ‘terrible’ by a reviewer, we discovered it was because they had ‘popped in for an evening drink and been very disappointed with the fruit cocktails which did not contain anywhere near enough tequila!’ Firstly, unless you checked in and spent a night there, I don’t want to hear from you. And secondly, maybe just ask for a bit more Tequila…?

2) Did you check a map before you booked?
You have nobody but yourself to blame if you are disappointed at the proximity of your hotel to the sights. Yes, I know you should be able to trust the words the hotel (whose main aim in life is to get your cash) wrote on their website, but if you didn’t take a millisecond to google the place and do a bit of measuring, then you deserve to be a 15 minute walk from the beach (instead of the advertised seven).

3) Would you have preferred to spend your holiday at home?
It seems that some people just go on holiday to be frustrated at how much harder it is to live their lives exactly as they do at home, abroad.
“The selection of TV channels was ludicrous! There was only news and foreign programmes I couldn’t understand!”
“It took 10 MINUTES to log onto the hotel Wi-Fi. Margaret and I were spitting feathers!”

One would hope that having paid to fly to the other side of the world, you could find something better to do than tweet your disappointment at not being able to watch QI repeats on Dave, but if not, I’m not sure it’s grounds for a one star rating.
If you’re on a business trip then I understand – you need your screens – but otherwise a couple of weeks without the internet will be good for you. Especially if you’re just going to use it to write a review about how long it took you to log on.

4) Did you converse with any human beings?
I appreciate that if the mattress was made of glass, the food saw you bedridden for three days, or the receptionist told you to bugger off on arrival, then a bad review is justified. But if you just didn’t bother to speak up when simple things that could have been resolved annoyed you, just so that you could write a bitchin’ review when you got home, I don’t want to hear about it. Yes, it is frustrating when hotels don’t telepathically work out that you’d like a second towel for your sun lounger, or that your toilet roll has run out in the middle of the night, but if they’ve got a nice pool, are near the sea, and have a healthy approach to cleanliness, I’m probably still going to consider staying there.

And so, after we’d filtered through the good, the bad and the shouldn’t-ever-be-allowed-near-a-computer-again of the online review world, we made a selection. For the first five nights of our trip, we will be staying in a hotel that, according to TripAdvisor, 664 people think is Excellent/Very good, and that 39 people think is Terrible/Poor.

I can only hope that the majority is right. Otherwise, the internet will be hearing from me.

Posted in: ON WEDDINGS Tagged: holiday, honeymoon, internet, members of the public, reviews, wedding

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