written december 30th:
home from trip to australia, all seems well on re-entry thus far. though i do have a full inbox that’ll take 1-2 days to fully answer 🙂 it’s also very cold here (like below freezing) while sydney is having a heat wave.
sober travel. here’s what it means: remember everything. no missed afternoons. no hungover mornings. spend less money (more money for treats; more money for vacations!).
travelling sober means we sleep better, even in strange beds. travelling sober means that even with a spontaneous head cold developed hrs before the flight, even with head/ear pain, you still don’t drink. you sleep instead — you know, that thing you said you never did (sleep on flights), yeah that thing. that’s what you do.
and you eat the food they give you (thumbs down for qantas, hooray for emirates). you take pictures from the window while flying near zurich (no kidding!).
you come home, nap for a few hours, get up and have a regular evening, then you — wait for it — go to bed and sleep all night and are spontaneously adjusted to the time change. yes. sober travelling. no booze to slam me into neutral. no booze to ‘make the time pass’. no booze to ‘celebrate’ or ‘soothe’ the ear ache (which ended as soon as the plane began its descent).
true, i’m home now to 4 loads of laundry (must my husband wash everything in his suitcase? i mean, we did laundry in melbourne and sydney along the way …). i’m home to pledge to eat better (ha. croissants + the best ham/cheese baguette last night). i’m home to sleep in my own bed (there may not be any better reward for a 25 hr flight than your own bed. the king-sized one. with the right pillow.).
it’s cold outside. the christmas decorations shine and remind us that we weren’t here for christmas. well, we had christmas on the beach, does that count? we had an alternate-reality christmas complete with corn on the cob (hey, i know the last time i had corn on the cob now! it was christmas day).
my husband has (literally) put the map for Portugal into the bathroom as of last night, so he can scope out ideas while in the tubbie for a trip in the spring…
sober travel means that re-entry, transitions are just plain easier.
cuz really, life is plain easier when sober. all of it. the sleep is easier, the travelling, the flying, the thinking.
it’s just easier to be sober. who knew.
love and hugs from me 🙂
p.s. obligatory link you click to indicate engagement (the linked blog post was written april 2013 and is the 3rd most popular on the blog). (i will one day learn to write without parentheticals. (perhaps.))
Writing without parentheses is overrated (in my humble opinion).
Ice cream is a delicious indulgence on sober vacations.
It’s true! This year, I was lucky enough to travel to both Italy and Paris, places I had always equated with great wine. This time, instead of waking to a hangover every morning, I started each day with a clear head and enthusiasm for whatever was on the agenda for the day. After a good night’s sleep. And I remember it all! You’re right Belle, it IS easier to be sober.
I’m glad you returned safe and sound. Hugs back atcha!