We were looking for a last minute sunshine break for May, which is always tricky as it’s in-between seasons. Europe – too cold. Asia – monsoons. USA – reliable weather-wise but not really offering white sandy “wanderlust” / “gypset” / “[insert alternative blogger paradise analogy]” locations.
It was to be a “babymoon” – a novel concept that I cynically assume was invented by the luxury travel industry so that the mandatory and aggressive price hikes applied as soon as you say the word “honeymoon” can now apply to a whole new range of holidays. So having made some initial enquiries without uttering the B-word, we arrived at a surprisingly short list of options for our proposed wishlist of (i) hot sun; (ii) nice beach; and (iii) coconuts on tap in mid-May. We settled on Mexico, and specifically Tulum – the new trendy jetsetter village (it is barely a town) about 2 hours south of Cancun. (more…)
Gallivant; verb: to roam around in search of pleasure or amusement, often in search of food.
We were certainly hunting for a weekend retreat, somewhere not too far from London with good food and some nice scenery to literally gallivant around. We stumbled upon The Gallivant, a shabby chic boutique hotel which boasted a 2 minute stroll from the beach dunes of the Camber Sands. It was pretty reasonable too considering the location, and the prospect of roaming around on the vast golden beaches in the sunshine ticked a few more boxes! (more…)