Day 11- Holidays.

This is an example of the quality of picture from my phone. Not great. So bad I tried to make a pact with myself not to upload pictures taken on my phone onto here, for it would really bring down the tone. Or at least the tone I pretend it has in my head.
For some reason, the picture really reminds me of being on holiday. I was sat at a bus stop after quite a nice evening of South Park, nachos and a cinema trip and saw the light shine through the leaves of a tree which had fairy lights hanging down from it (as above). It filled me with that feeling I often get when i take a second to sit and take in the surroundings on holiday.
One of the most memorable holidays of my life is actually one when i was around 4 or 5. We had a family holiday to Majorca. I remember seeing my first lizard run up a wall (still a sign to me, even today, that I am away from everything stressful and mundaine) and playing in the pool with my cousins. I remember crying at the airport because I did not want to leave. If I ever experience such sad emotions in a goodbye, I will know it was something really special.
Since then, I have spent countless summers in France with my nana and papa, a beautiful weekend in Oslo, a three week jaunt to America and a few more moments here and there. These have been fantastic times and memories, however they have not come near that tearful farewell I gave Spain. I'm still holding out for that to happen again.