A few weeks ago, I discovered a new side of myself, and so did my mom. On vacation, I usually don't really care about the hotel were I stay (at least not if I travel to sunny destinations), I prefer small hotels instead of big and I use to choose being-active before doing-nothing. But this time it was different. It was me choosing a big and rather exclusive hotel and I loved doing-nothing, like….
…doing some knitting at the airport in Lisboa, waiting for the flight to Madeira.
…taking pictures of cactuses with pastels in the background.
…laying next to the pool, for ever and ever. Reading a lovely book, go for a swim or just observe the palms and the people and saying hi to the sun.
...I loved having waffles for breakfast… Nothing else should be allowed.
…thank you dear bowls of sunshine and I wouldn't say no to prosecco for breakfast every morning either.
…I couldn't stop smelling at all the flowers.
Well, there is a sporty side of me as well (and of my mother!), so we did some great hiking tours to steep hills and rocky mountains...
Our shoes were not as stable as the Germans' and our shorts were not kaki-brown. But can you imagine, we were able to hike anyhow. Fast and very happy.
I also thought of kissing a frog in the botanical garden.
We enjoyed the sea!
And we visited the market.
And a tourist shop or two.
But nothing was better than being here. Just here. Simply doing nothing.
