Memoirs: Running Outta Pages of Your Passport Pt 1
I don’t think I’m well-travelled in the slightest (even though this blog may fool you as well as the wanderlusttattoo on my shoulder.) I never did that GAP YAAAAR backpacking around Asia and I never have been able to take more than 2 weeks off at a time to go away. But it doesn’t really about the length of time you get to spend in one place, it’s as long as you get the opportunity to go. I am grateful that I am able to travel at the moment as I’ve pretty much sacrificed moving out in able to do so. I guess there is one benefit of being ‘young, dumb and still living with mum’.
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Bodrum – 2009
This was my first ‘group’ holiday and it had it share of ups and downs, conflicting personalities and sh*t (All the fun of being 19!). What this holiday taught me is that only go away with people you get along with, can tolerate long periods of time and just understand each other. There is nothing worse than being away with a group of friends and there being some element of friction. I’m glad that now I’m comfortable enough with my own company and will not hesitate to fly solo.
Hisaronu – 2010
I think my Facebook album for this holiday is something along the lines of LADS ON TOUR… A little less Inbetweeners and a little more of Sex and the City 2 (without the wardrobe or budget) is probably what this holiday was like. Armed with my school friends, we drank too much, probably didn’t eat enough (we were on a budget yo’) and left feeling a little sunburnt entwined with lots of memories.
Las Vegas – 2015
When I think of Vegas, all I can think of is the HEAT. Whose idea it was to build a city in the middle of the desert, I’ll never know (same goes to Dubai), but it’s nothing a little aircon and a cocktail won’t solve. I loved the anything goes the attitude in Vegas – from seeing a baby in the casino at 3am to drunken shopping in Sephora. I am returning to the City of Sin this October and I can’t wait to discover more of this magical place. If I hit the jackpot, let’s just say I will be leaving society.
Baltimore – 1991, 1999 and 2003
When I think Baltimore, it induces my mind back to those long hot summers as a kid being dragged around the mall. To be fair, I don’t actually remember much from these trips but I do remember the stall selling snowcones outside my Grandma’s house. It’s amazing how much the thought of food can take you back to a specific moment.
My highlight of this holiday was chilling on my own by the pool, catching up on a good read and of course getting my tan on. The D.R is such a beautiful country with a diverse and rich culture with lush forests that resemble a scene from Jurassic Park. I stayed at little piece of paradise on the east side of the island called the Grand Bahia Principe El Portillo. I reckon if I went back I’d stay on the Grand Bahia Principe hotel on Barcadi Island – seclusion, sunshine, sea and sand. What more could you want for a relaxing vacation?
Dubai – 2015
When I think of Dubai, all I can think of is how good the food was… but in all seriousness my heart is split when it comes to my thoughts of Dubai. I had a brilliant time but can’t help but feel I didn’t get to explore as much as I’d like to. I feel like my trip was overshadowed by the nightlife and needing to look a certain way in order to fit in. Maybe it’s because Dubai is such a modern city that I don’t know what I’m looking for? I reckon if I had a chance to go back I would combine it with a trip to Oman, Abu Dhabi and Kuwait in order to get a real taste of the Middle East.
Alicante & Valencia – 2011
Stepping out of this airport, I saw signs leading to Benidorm and questioned what holiday I’d been invited on… Luckily it was to stay in a villa in the mountains and nowhere near the questionable resort of Benidorm. I think the best past of this holiday was when it was over (nothing to do with Spain at all), but feeling uncomfortable with the people you’re with is the worst feeling ever. NEVER again – thank f*ck! But the highlight was getting off the plane to this majestic sky…
Paris – 1996 & 2014
My first trip to Paris was as a bright-eyed six year-old with my mum, brothers and cousins in tow entering the magical realm of Disneyland. I don’t remember much to be honest but I do have faint nightmares of being sh*t scared on Thunder Mountain!
I returned to Paris in the Summer of 2014 with my travel buddy Tessa and it was such a lovely getaway. At the time, I really needed it, so it’s great to have friends who just wanna travel without the whole umming and aaahing. One of my highlights was finding a chilled out rooftop bar (My favourite kinda bar) in what would be a hipster area of Paris and having such a good night. I’ll be back in the City of Love this November and cannot wait to get my hands on some crepes, drink some amazing coffee and just take in all the beauty that is Paris.
Shanghai – 2007
Shanghai is the furthest East I’ve been and I’ve been itching to go back ever since. This was actually a school-trip (a change from the usual trip to Wales) and looking back I had such an amazing experience. All I can say about Shanghai is that it is SO different from anywhere else I’ve been before – I could explain for hours but I hope this inspires you to visit the Far East. One of my fondest memories is sitting on the very high window pane of my hotel room, staring down at the traffic below and watching the world go by with my best friend.
In this moment – I think I knew I was destined to travel.
Tunisia – 2014
I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much on a holiday in my entire life. If you know me well, you know I have a certain penchant for people-watching and to be able to do this in a cheesy all-inclusive resort was kinda like Pokémon GO. By the end of the trip I was sad to see wave my nick-named squad goodbye but I do hope they are all doing well!
Dublin – 2009
I actually didn’t get to see much of Dublin but more a campsite city for Oxegen Festival. From what I remember the line up was amazing (well my 2009 faves) Kings of Leon, Lady Gaga, Katy Perry and so on. I don’t know if I have much of a desire to go back to Dublin if I’m honest, but I’m sure a cheap Ryanair may tempt me for a day trip.
Welcome to my little space on the internet, known as Memoirs and Musings. I’m Char, short for Charlotte and my blog/website/diary is dedicated to documenting my Memoirs and Musings, hence the name. I wouldn’t say I was your ‘typical’ blogger either. I don’t care about getting the perfect flatlay or feeling bad for not posting, I just enjoy writing. If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading. Anyway, I love to travel, indulge in a glass of white wine, when plans are cancelled and purchase overpriced make up. I guess that’s me in a nutshell, trying to figure out this thing called life, have fun and never lose sight.