I wrote most of this post on a train under the sea. How crazy is that?!
On Saturday we took some time off to go to Paris. It was our second trip to Paris, booked spontaneously due to a Eurostar flash sale, and it was surprisingly very different to the first time we visited.
In January we went to Amsterdam for the annual Light Festival. Amsterdam is a city I’d wanted to go to for years, yet despite it being just a short flight away, we’d never actually been. The Light Festival seemed like the perfect opportunity to kick off 2017, and after heading to Norway in December, we weren’t worried about it still being winter – anywhere would feel warmer!
When I turned 29, I decided I really wanted to turn thirty on a beautiful island with white beaches and palm trees. I spent ages researching islands in the Maldives. I bought endless pairs of flip flops. I changed my mind about snorkelling a million times.
So it was only natural that we ended up going to a completely different kind of island.1