When it comes to holidays, I over prepare. I have maps, directions and to-do lists. I work out the walking time from our apartment to every major attraction and the restaurants with the best local cuisine.
Well, not this time. Mum and I spent most of the week reading, wandering and eating whatever was handiest (including more chocolate tarts than I would care to admit). My wonderful Portuguese pal Nancy recommended a wonderful museum/bar that I was thrilled to visit...and it was closed for a festival!
Having stretched myself too thin over the last few months (and August will be another busy time), it was wonderful just to do nothing. A lot of the time I come back from holiday, not feeling chilled out and well rested, but knackered from all the running around to photograph monuments and try local delicacies.
I got to spend much-needed time with my mum, have a cocktail with every meal and race through Patti Smith's 'Just Kids', surely one of the best autobiographies ever written. That's a real holiday.