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Beating the post holiday blues…

Hi, there lovely readers, let’s talk about post-holiday blues. I get them, don’t you? Seems my friends do too. Over a recent lazy lunch, the girls and I were hoping to enjoy a vicarious holiday via our ‘just returned from a three-week European break’ friend. Instead, she confessed ‘It all went so fast, I feel like I have permanent jetlag!’ As we toasted ‘jetlag’ (any excuse) we ruminated on the question – how can we hold onto the buzz of a holiday rather than succumb to post-hol malaise?    

A spot of research via fellow travellers, travel-loving bloggers and my own experiences resulted in three magic words. Nature. Detox. Ritual.

NATURE

Some years ago I took a six-month sabbatical; to mourn, rest, rejuvenate and to test my solo mettle. The Cinque Terra, the five old fishing villages perched high on the Italian Riviera in the Liguria region of Italy became my home, the locals my friends, nature my saviour. You see, the last words my husband, a passionate yachtie, shared with me before he sailed permanently over the horizon were “Think of me at sunset babe and know I’ll be thinking of you.” The Mediterranean sunsets were so spectacular, finding the best observation vantage point became an obsession. On some eves I’d share my day with him, fond memories too, on others I’d sit in quiet contemplation and simply marvel at the glorious hues of rose and magenta, cerulean blue and indigo as the sky and ocean became one. A calming, spiritually cleansing ritual and one I continue to this day.

Sneak away from your fellow travellers, immerse yourself in a spot of nature and notice how your mind and body feel as you begin to relax into your surroundings. The meditative sound of the surf tumbling pebbles along the shoreline; the subtle colour shifts as sky and ocean become one at sunset; the gentle luft of a lone yacht passing by. Sparkles on water, sunlight filtering through treetops, the scent of unfurling blossoms, cacophony of bird calls at dusk. All so obvious, yet how often do we give ourselves permission to truly absorb these moments?

Taking the time to do this can be equivalent to clearing our mental slate and eliminating the noise of “busyness” that often plagues us. Unlike the stimulation of a large, bustling city, it’s a chance to process your thoughts and allow new ideas to emerge. 

DETOX  

Possible to hide your devices and detox? Possible yes, but not always plausible, depending on your personal circumstances. I use my phone to document observations, take snaps, an offline map to find my way around and, at times, Spotify to add a soundtrack to my day.  But scroll my socials? No.

During a European trip with friends, our daily ritual was simple. Share the day’s photos over a G&T when we landed at our next digs. Discuss everyone’s favourite highlights over dinner. Document the best over a nightcap. Recap and refine the resulting blog post over breakfast. Post. Can we remember almost every aspect of that holiday – absolutely! Friends followed the blog, the blog auto-posted to the socials and anyone interested could follow the journey from either option. Those who have adopted the habit say they love the way this keeps them focused on their adventures rather than scrolling.

If writing isn’t your gig, a quick daily round-up of observations in a journal and curation of favourite images gives solo you, or you and your travel buddies, a chance to relive the day in glorious colour. 

Friends also say that if you’re self-employed and feel the need to check in with work, resist the urge. Instead empower your team to make decisions on your behalf and inform them that, bar the building burning down, they’ve got this!  If you feel you must check in, select a specific time frame and stick with it. Creating solid boundaries around technology can help you remain in the present and give your mind that much-needed break.

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Oh for the love of travel…

Lovely readers, travel is back on the agenda and I’m so excited! You see, I live to travel, I revel in writing, and Indulge Divulge, launched way back in 2013, has been the perfect platform for combining the two. Until COVID.

As we embraced lockdown I ‘pivoted’ (seriously, how could I not exploit the most overused word of that period huh?) to share hints and tips for living a life filled with elegance and passion via the blog’s additional topics; fuelled by your brilliant suggestions and feedback. From career inspiration to personal confessions, a sanity check during those dark days, and available via the menus should you wish to dive in.  But back to travel!

Indulge Divulge ignited the desire to jump off the tourist junket and explore and write about the lesser-known parts of the countries and cities I’ve had the privilege of visiting. Living with the locals in the fishing villages of Italy’s Cinque Terre; seeking the space invader tile montages tucked away in the back streets of Paris; marvelling at the soft hues of Florence; revelling in the Mediterranean sunsets on the Cote d’Azur; gasping in awe as Mt Fujiyama briefly peeked through her misty shroud; climbing the walls of Dubrovnik; singing wildly out of key with a Venetian gondolier… I could go on but that would be just too tossy. I’ll let my stories do the talking.

If you’ve been to those places yourself, a joyful reminder of your own experiences, potential inspiration if building your future travel agenda or simply a chance to vicariously enjoy my ramblings from the comfort of your sofas.

I’m already plotting the next journey and can’t wait to share and inspire again. Of course, my beloved Paris will again be on the agenda, accompanied by the silver fox; after all Paris – the city of lights – is also known as the city of love!

Stay tuned lovely readers, meanwhile enjoy a few blasts from the travel past…

Off the beaten Parisian path…

Friends heading to Europe for Xmas recently asked, ‘Jane, how long should we spend in Paris and what’s to do?’ ‘Why at least two weeks, ideally six months, a year, forever; so much to see in this fine city!’ Said I. Pondering my frankly unhelpful Francophillian response, I gave the query serious thought:

Three days?

The Big Red Bus for a city highlights reconnaissance just to get the bearings. The Eiffel Tower’s pretty sparkles, preferably viewed from the top of the Trocadero. The Arc de Triumph and a prayer for the unnamed soldier beneath. The Champs Élysées for fabulous Xmas fairy lights, Laudree Macarons, the Louis Vuitton Flagship store, Ferrari, Mont Blanc and Sephora.

The Grand and the Petite Palais for pure palace awesomeness. Palace Opera’s ornate mirrored glitz and bodaciously luxe tassels. The Louvre – Mona’s wing. Notre Dame, stand on point zero and admire her pure majesty. Sacre Coeur up there on the hill, mounted by the stairs, followed by a wander through the artists (at non peak to avoid the hustlers). Galleries la Fayette for that stunning domed ceiling. Fueled with plenty of fortification while seated on those cute little red wicker chairs on the Bistro footpaths of course.

Five days?

Add a day trip to Chateau de Versailles for an even bigger palace fix. Napoleon’s Tomb , Place de Voges, the Musee de Orsay, L’Orangerie and Pompidou for extra hits of visual culture. A wander in the Jardins des Tuileries and Jardins des Luxembourg to park your green chair wherever takes your fancy amidst the lush gardens, ponds, statues and Sunday boules players. The Latin Quarter. Bon Marche for the pleasure of feeling your credit card’s sphincter muscle contract. Fueled by still more French fare and people watching over a glass of wine or five.

 Already ticked these boxes? Time to dig a little deeper into the less touristy fare. My top 10 suggestions:

1) Rue de l’Abreuvoir –  it would be remiss to neglect this picturesque road as you wander around Montmartre, followed by Avenue Junot, very chic and along here you will find ‘Pass-muraille’ – the man who could walk through walls.

2) The Je t’aime wall – while still in the region, wander Place des Abbesses, find the small public garden (Square Johan Rictus) and admire ‘Le mur des Je t’aime’  where you’ll find ‘I love you’ written in 311 languages…tres romantic in the city of…well um…romance? For more detail: Jacques and Jane discover the Je T’aime wall

3) Le Moulin de la Gallete – while still in the Montmartre region you’ll find this elegant sister to the Moulin Rouge. One of only two other windmills left in Paris, this one houses a rather elegant restaurant.

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