For the first time ever, my father booked a family holiday just a few weeks ago. To Iceland, much to our surprise. As someone who doesn’t exactly thrive on ice, I was quite chuffed to be going during the summer. Little did I know, the puffins leave in early August! I was too late. However, I shared a tender moment with some lovely Icelandic horses.
Right, so sometimes you have a holiday where you did and saw multiple things and you cannot wait to gush about it to all of your friends. Other times, you have a holiday where you did a whole lot of nothing and just enjoyed it in the moment. You recall it fondly and wish you were still there. This is the latter, so I won’t ruin the beauty of these places with my (semi) inane thoughts and musings.
Unfortunately, I haven’t watched the film “In Bruges,” though every person told me to do so before I went. Maybe I’m not a huge Colin Farrell fan. However, I loved this city. Town. Magical place. It was a 23rd birthday I’ll never forget.
Seeing as it was a few months ago, I don’t really recall every last detail. However, I wanted to blog some of my favorite photos from the trip. Just to relive the warmer summer travels while I’m freezing my arse off in England. Granted, I’m currently sitting by the fireplace in my parents’ house with a glass of wine, so life isn’t too shabby. I’ll admit that the main reason I’m blogging now after so many months is that I have a few papers to write for my MBA and I need a bit of a warm up for my fingers and brain.