I guess each of us has that one place where we run away to when our spirit is at their lowest; a sort of refuge where we know we would be healed.
My travel schedule had been crazy and I don’t mean that in an exciting way. My body has not been able to recover from my weekend trip in Paris so when I flew to Stockholm, my stress level shoot up. This usually manifests in mouth sores. It’s difficult to eat or talk and at the end of the day, it makes me very tired and irritated. But life goes on and that means running after ships and deadlines almost everyday. So if we’re friends and I am not answering your messages or calls, I am probably too tired, too sick or too busy to do so. Or I can’t talk.
Crazy schedule also means spending less time with Robin. Between the work grind and weekend trips, his wedding gigs and his new job, there’s very little time to go on a date or even have a long chat in the evening. So we decided to get away at the first opportunity and booked ourselves a weekend in the Dutch island of Texel.
Adobo dinner on the road
Thankfully I could work home on Friday and the hours I would have otherwise spent travelling to work, I’ve used it sleep. I’ve been sleeping a lot to help my body recover faster. Or at least trying to. Sometimes resorting to sleeping pills. My mouth was so painful that even drinking water was excruciating.
But I was very much looking forward to the weekend trip in Texel and didn’t let my exhaustion dampen my mood any longer.