Yes, I’m back home…after being stranded in the Karoo because I had completely messed up our flight dates and we essentially missed our flight by 3 whole days (major oops) and I felt terrible about it! I’m feeling quite exhausted after coming home and catching up on work. It has me needing another holiday from my holiday. I will however do a round-up post because I have way too many photos on my phone (15 481 to be exact) & have been getting a lot of questions about my trip.
There are two kinds of people in the world: those who plan down to the last detail and those who freestyle. I’m the latter. I’m the life of the party, please don’t ask me what we’re eating in the house we hired for the next 7 days when the closest mall is an hour away. The irony of those who freestyle is that in spite of what seems like spontaneity — a sort of laissez-faire attitude that enables the free-styler to seamlessly transport himself from point A to point B — this traveler is meticulous.
My travel posts are usually quite popular amongst my followers so here’s another one! Just because you know, I can! I suffer from a syndrome called FOMO – fear of missing out. So I could definitely not sit back and watch everyones tanned bodies on pretty beaches while I chill at my pool in quiet Jozi over December… so iDecemeber’d & you?
I’ve been putting off writing this post long enough…I’ve really been busy and exhausted but also because I don’t really know how to put into words how I felt about the experience. Croatia has been a recent addition to my bucket list so when this opportunity arose I couldn’t say no. And at this point in my life I needed another ‘Eat, Pray, Love moment’ they seem to be a regular on my calendar or perhaps it’s just an excuse to travel, whatever the reason I was not complaining. We drove to Croatia from Germany through Austria and Slovenia. The road was long and tiring but once we hit the coastline of Croatia all driving woes faded into a distant memory. It was 27 degrees with the sun bouncing off ocean as the road winded around the picturesque coast. How very ‘under the Tuscan sun’ of Croatia. We eventually arrived in Rogoznica (this would be our base) late that afternoon to be greeted by a heat wave and pink buildings. It didn’t matter where we were, I couldn’t read any of the signs and everything seemed unfamiliar, exactly what my heart had been longing for…
