A few days before my 21st birthday I received an iMessage containing an electronic ticket to Disneyland Paris. A faint memory of going to Disneyland when I was 7 years old pops into my head. Was this some sort of prank? I swiftly facetimed Jason and was greeted with a huge grin.
Our amazing first holiday together in the enchanting city of Rome, where we experienced a romantic blend of culture and history had come to an end. Our 2 1/2 hour flight from Rome Ciampino to London Stansted was bittersweet.
My physiological fear initiated, I could not ‘tread water’ and even understanding the physics of buoyancy and staying afloat I lacked, the inherent advantage of being able to rely on my 6”2 height in shallower water had been vanquished- FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE ACTIVATED. I WAS OFF, sprinting Michael Phelps style to the other beach (in truth far more of a frenetic front crawl than a majestic butterfly motion). I ploughed unapologetically between a cuddling couple- they were less than pleased but hey! What did they expect?
Steep rugged white limestone cliffs juxtaposed against light-blue turquoise waters, all emblazoned with fluorescence under the Mediterranean sun…. we would like to introduce you to the Calanques of Marseille.
