Just came back from a brilliant holiday in Greece.
It didn’t start off great as I was poorly before we left but once I was there, I knew I was in paradise.
The hotel was massive. There were cats, one in particular which we adopted at dinner times 🙂 our rooms were fairly decent, the food was a guessing game but still tasted nice. The drinks were great, new favourite cocktail is sea breeze, the pool was freezing but cooling, sunbeds did their job.
I had a fish pedicure, a massage, a facial, went on a jet ski and a lazy sofa boat which was mental.
Special shoutout to the entertainment team who my family & I always get on with every year. Very lovely, beautiful people. I miss you a lot already ❤️
Got very drunk with my grandma most nights. Beatles tribute night was a personal favourite. Along with comedy night, Musial medley and the Brazilian show.
After creating all these wonderful memories, I’m incredibly sad to be home. I feel guilty for not missing my cat, boyfriend, friends and colleagues.
This place was just so magical. Everything was just so great. Going back to reality is a massive kick in the teeth.
I feel empty. My heart is simply just sad.
I guess that’s why they call it the holiday blues 💙💙💙💙