Turkish Delight

So we're back. Holidays are bittersweet. Too short, all that anticipation, savouring the actual event and then you're home, shopping in Tesco, sucked back into the rat race. Whilst there are some welcome aspects to being back in our lovely house and making up for lost time with the dog, the thought of work tomorrow fills us both with dread. I made the mistake of checking my work emails yesterday which led to a mini freak out. I'm convinced I will be replaced by an outstanding colleague from another team. The boyf has also been having his own mini wobbles about work and wishing we were back on the beach sunning ourselves.

Anyway Turkey was absolutely fantastic. We had a great time. Really special. Holidays always highlight to me the importance of having a break, taking some time out, reflecting and planning for the future. I don't understand people who, of their own volition, never have a change of scene or experience different things, different places.

It took us a couple of days to unwind initially. We were both a bit out of it and were more human come day 3. It's bizarre isn't it how when you're away you have no concept of time? I didn't wear a watch. Also you're aware that other aspects of your life (like work) are continuing as normal as if you're dead...

Turkey is a beautiful country. We've always said we wouldn't go back to the same place twice as there are so many others to visit, but this time we're eating our words and it seems we're not the only ones. Our hotel was full of people who were 'regulars', on their 9th visit. It was a bit like we had walked into a real locals pub. People were so effervescent, not just about the hotel but Turkey itself. Everywhere we went we met people who just fell in love with the place and keep coming back. Whilst we were a little hesitant at first, Turkey has well and truly got us and I can say without a doubt we will be back if not this year then next.