The nothing holiday

It was warm.

The word steamy came to mind when I first felt the humid air which descended upon me, weighing heavily, as I exited the air conditioned airport. It felt oppressive, like I was breathing water, and for a moment I wondered how I'd cope; Leaving home many hours earlier, temperatures cold enough for a sweater, overcoat and scarf into this? I would surely melt.

But then I remembered why I was here. A holiday. And that reminded me of what I'd be doing here.

Lazing around the pool drinking cocktails, ordering food and...actually that's about it.

I've holidayed in some amazing places and have sometimes spent those vacations busily moving from place to place and, just as often, lazing around the pool, on the beach or some other relaxing location where doing nothing much at all was all that was required. I don't prefer one over the other really; there's a place for both styles of holiday and currently it's the latter that has my attention.

Anyway, this all seems like too much work so I'm going back to doing nothing.