We’re a couple of digital nomads. I’m a writer and my wife is a photographer. In many fields we’re complementary and have a lot of common interests. We are both travelers since twenty years and like what we’re doing. Sometimes we joked that going home for a couple of weeks every year was our way of making holidays.
Only it was never a real holiday when we returned home after a year of traveling. Practical issues had to be taken care of; the house had to be cleaned from top to bottom, insurances checked, tax declarations filled in, passports prolonged, arrangements made for our aging parents (complicated issue since they live in different countries) … the list is almost endless. We were always most happy when we could resume our nomadic lifestyle.
Until recently we wanted to celebrate our twenty years as a couple and my wife sighed, “We’ve never got a real honeymoon”. At first I was a little astonished, because we’re doing nothing else than traveling. So I asked her what she meant. She explained me that she would like to go for a week to a small town in Greece and just spoil ourselves.
So we booked a five days holiday in Chania (Crete) in an Airbnb that costed 100 euro/ day. We left our computers at home (although my wife cheated because she was taking pictures with her Smartphone), went every day to the beach to swim and lay in the sun, walked afterwards lazily a little through the small alleys of Chania’s old town till dinner time, went every day for some opulent dinner in a different restaurant, for a drink afterwards on a nice terrace and then returned to our little apartment for some fun and sleep.
After 3 or 4 days she started to pat her belly and her ass, while complaining that her system wasn’t keeping up with this decadent lifestyle. I said encouraging; only 1 or 2 days more to play the tourist.
By a stroke of (bad?) luck, we got on our return flight upgraded to business class, because we’re frequent flyers and the airplane was overbooked. It was a red eye flight and around 11 pm they served us with a 3 course dinner accompanied with all the wines and spirits you wanted. My wife had already snacked extensively in the business lounge before the flight and moaned. I had smartly only got a couple of beers.
We were both glad the holidays were over and could fall back our regular pattern; fly, visit interesting places and people, work, cook by ourselves, drink two beers before dinner, …
Not sure if or when we’re going to take holidays again.