It’s one of those classic life ironies: if you want to have a holiday that’s equal parts relaxing and unforgettable, you have to be prepared to work for it. Hard. There’s the timing, the planning, the flights, the accommodation, the compromising. Where will we eat? What part of town should stay in? Do we want to take the morning train or the afternoon one?
The pre-holiday saga is exhausting enough to make you feel like you need another holiday. And it’s a fraught…
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