Paris. I realise that this is SUPER cliche, but I just love France so much that it seems ridiculous to never have been to Paris. It’s not that feasible to go camping in paris and seeing as that’s been the chosen method of holiday-ing for the last 10 years, we’ve just never been anywhere near it. Even driving around the ring road towing a huge white box is an anxiety inducing activity for everyone involved. I’ve not ventured there yet because I’m scared, everyone tells me how expensive it is and I’m only just used to London. There is something wonderful about being in a foreign country where you actually understand and know that if you got into a ditch (I meant sitch but whatever, autocorrect) then you could probably get yourself out of it and it wouldn’t even be a chore.
New York. Is this obvious yet? I’ve got a bloglovin’ folder dedicated to this city for goodness sake. Lauren and I are going we have planned it and we will go… When our schedules and bank accounts allow for it. Who even knows when that is going to be. I feel like it might be a better version of London, as much as it pains me to say that. Also, broadway is still a little bit ahead of the rest of the world and I don’t know if you’d noticed but I care about musicals quite a lot.
Athens. Greece is reputedly so hot that the thought of going there actually scares me a little bit. I am not good at heat, I would need some factor 400 and a swimming pool and a lot of water; but if that could be arranged then I’d absolutely love to go. Making our little trip around Spain, mostly, back in June, just lead me to have this fascination with how different history is around Europe compared with the little bubble that I exist in in London.
Amsterdam. I know. I know it’s scandalous. I know you will be thinking that I’m going for the sex and the drugs but NO, apparently it’s just really beautiful and really cheap and I’m all about that life. I get the feeling that it’s not made entirely of terracotta either, which would be refreshing after only seeing the Spanish coast outside of the UK this year. Absolutely convinced that the whole of spain and portugal is made of terracotta.
Edinburgh. I’ve been once, for a day. To be honest, I don’t even remember it because it was in the middle of a holiday where I was staying in a tent in Fort William in march, and all I remember is trying not to actually freeze into a ice cubed human. Everyone I know has been to Edinburgh Fringe, it seems, and I want in on that. We camped in Scotland a little bit when I was younger and I don’t have a bad word to say about it (assuming weather isn’t a thing), but I’m always ultimately a city girl. This seems like the perfect balance.
Is there anywhere else that should be on my list? Does anyone have any tips if I do visit any of these places?