“I desperately need a holiday!” I told my friend, almost in tears for how seriously exhausted I feel. “Preferably, that has to be in the Dominican Republic. I shall start looking for a Dominican Republic Villa,” I added.
“But you are always traveling!” These were his few words of consolation to me. The way he stared at me made it quite clear that he thought mine was an oxymoron.
I know, I know. To most people, travel bloggers live a fantastic, glamorous life where they go from place to place and have a blast all the time, and working is just a side thing. This is a bit far from the truth, though. While we certainly have a lot of fun, we also work very hard. My average working day counts between 8 and 10 hours (pretty much as any other job), and I work 6 days a week. I even wrote a post about the real life of a travel blogger a few months ago.
To find out more about what travel blogging really means, read my post “13 things I have learned about travel blogging.”
Besides, our trips are actual trips, not holidays. And there’s a big difference between the two. First of all, trips imply a high level of activities, which is usually even higher in the case of travel bloggers – we do in one day the same amount of things that the average traveler may do in 3 or 4. In my mind, holidays are far more relaxing, the only transportation involved is a flight to get to the final destination (and no long bus rides day in, day out), and once there I can unpack my bags (I can never really unpack during my trips, because I stay in the same place for 3 nights at most) and forget about it all.
So yes, although I have been on a countless number of trips in the last couple of years – to India, to Spain, and more – I haven’t really taken a vacation in a long long time. And I am becoming pretty desperate for one.
I need to go to a place with beautiful white sand beaches, palm trees, and clear waters. A place where I can go out if I want to, without feeling obliged. Somewhere where the local culture is warm and fun, the local music seductive, and the people kind. So, it sounds like the Dominican Republic might really be what I need.
This is how I envision my holiday in the Dominican Republic
After sleeping in a huge comfortable bed, I will walk to the kitchen to prepare a delicious cup of coffee and a healthy breakfast, packed with local fresh fruit. I will sip while I lazily flip the pages of a glossy magazine – I don’t want to read a newspaper, because I want to disconnect from the world. I don’t even want any internet connection. I already spend too much time online and social media, emails and work can wait. This is all about me time.
After a very slow breakfast, and a long relaxing shower with the most luxurious toiletries, I will make the extreme effort of wearing my bikini and smothering my skin with a good amount of sun block, I will wear a sarong and a hat, carry a book and walk to the nearby beach.
There, I will lay on a recliner, under the umbrella (the sun hurts my skin) and move just to go swim in the clear waters, perhaps snorkel a bit, and wave my hand to order a much needed cocktail – because that’s what a girl’s got to do on her vacation.
Once I will be completely soaked in the sun, I will walk back to my villa, and continue relaxing by the pool until sunset, when I will enjoy a leisurely stroll at the beach to take a few pictures. Once home, I will enjoy another long shower (and perhaps throw in a massage) and get dressed for a delicious dinner which will be served al fresco, and freshly prepared just for me and a few other friends that may wish to join me.
After a relaxing chat and a bit of star gazing, I will be ready to grab my book and make my way to bed.
And if I really, truly am up for the effort, I can still venture for a day trip to explore a bit more of the island: I could go on a day catamaran cruise to see the coral reef; I could go zip lining; I could take surf lessons; I could go horse riding; see the waterfalls or even visit the capital Santo Domingo.
Now, this is what a real holiday looks like to me.
What is your ideal holiday?