There are many things that I disagree with and generally women going abroad and falling in love annoy me. How on earth can they think that they can get a long lasting relationship out of a fling? That is, of course, until I had my very own holiday romance. There is something infinitely romantic about far flung destinations, whether that is because we have an image of isolated islands and honeymoons ingrained in our minds, or whether it is simply because of their stunning locations. All I know is that as soon as I landed on the island of Barbados I fell in love, obviously not with a man, that comes later, but the landscape. The island was so stunning that once I had left the airport behind I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I know at this very moment you will be thinking of an Eat, Pray, Love scenario, but sadly I have to disappoint. There was no local man coming to terms with grief, or a wizened old man trying to coax me out of myself. In fact, if anything, my story would be the antithesis of this. My hotel was gorgeous, with access to the beach and a truly palatial room with the comfiest bed I have ever slept in. I have been travelling on my own before, but I have never been to an all-inclusive resort by myself, so it took some getting used to.
On my first day I was feeling rather sorry for myself and decided to head down to the beach with a book, Artistic Licence by Katie Fforde in case you want to know. The beach was one of the most amazing places I have ever seen, with azure blue seas, bright white sand and lush green foliage on the fringes of the sand. With hammocks and deck chairs scattered across the beach I decided to carefully lay out my towel on the warm sand.
After around an hour I got up to cool down in the sea. I left my belongings carefully hidden underneath my towel, silly I know. You can probably guess what happened next, the wind picked up and my towel went flying leaving my purse and watch exposed. I grumpily returned to the beach, all the while keeping my eye on my belongings. Just as I neared the spot I had been occupying just a few minutes earlier I saw a man, with my towel, standing over the pile of stuff. ‘Oh God', I thought, ‘he is going to steal my purse'. I picked up the pace and as I got there he had just picked up my purse.
Well of course I was just about to launch into a long tirade about stealing when I looked into his eyes. I saw a man just as beautiful as the island. It turned out he was looking for my name to return the purse. The rest, as they say, is history.
To visit the paradise where I fell in love click here.
I know at this very moment you will be thinking of an Eat, Pray, Love scenario, but sadly I have to disappoint. There was no local man coming to terms with grief, or a wizened old man trying to coax me out of myself. In fact, if anything, my story would be the antithesis of this. My hotel was gorgeous, with access to the beach and a truly palatial room with the comfiest bed I have ever slept in. I have been travelling on my own before, but I have never been to an all-inclusive resort by myself, so it took some getting used to.
On my first day I was feeling rather sorry for myself and decided to head down to the beach with a book, Artistic Licence by Katie Fforde in case you want to know. The beach was one of the most amazing places I have ever seen, with azure blue seas, bright white sand and lush green foliage on the fringes of the sand. With hammocks and deck chairs scattered across the beach I decided to carefully lay out my towel on the warm sand.
After around an hour I got up to cool down in the sea. I left my belongings carefully hidden underneath my towel, silly I know. You can probably guess what happened next, the wind picked up and my towel went flying leaving my purse and watch exposed. I grumpily returned to the beach, all the while keeping my eye on my belongings. Just as I neared the spot I had been occupying just a few minutes earlier I saw a man, with my towel, standing over the pile of stuff. ‘Oh God', I thought, ‘he is going to steal my purse'. I picked up the pace and as I got there he had just picked up my purse.
Well of course I was just about to launch into a long tirade about stealing when I looked into his eyes. I saw a man just as beautiful as the island. It turned out he was looking for my name to return the purse. The rest, as they say, is history.
To visit the paradise where I fell in love click here.