Recently whilst reading about Vix’s amazing adventures in Goa, she wrote how the only place that she feels most alive is in India – and this really got me thinking. Where do I feel most alive? Am I even close to finding true paradise?
Although I am not well travelled in regards countries and continents, I do have places that can instantly transport me back to happy times and provide me with that everlasting longing to go back...
I collected all sorts of Paris memorabilia – even though I’d never stepped foot into the border of France. I was besotted with images of the Eiffel tower and studied the French language at GCSE. All this concluded: I was always destined to visit one day.
Last March I was whisked away to Paris by my Mr – he obviously knew how much Paris meant to me, and all of the dreams I had stored. The single most significant day of my life occurred at the very top of the Eiffel Tower and for this reason alone I believe a part of my heart will always belong in Paris.
When you dream of visiting somewhere for so long, and it not only lives up to every expectation, but also surprises you in ways you didn’t think were possible, it leaves you completely and utterly fulfilled.
Deep down I knew all along it was my kind of place – from swooning over Sugarush, I just knew. My trips to Brighton have confirmed a love I knew all along: the culture, the mods, the rockers, the VWs, the vintage, the retro - all in one fabulous home.
Where are your top 3 destinations?