In the depths of winter, gloomy in more ways than one, my imagination and I sat down together and tried to decide what we could do to make life feel lighter and brighter.
We ran through the unrealistic options first (win the lottery, marry a prince, stop eating cake and drinking wine) before landing on some things that were more attainable: sit outdoors with the sun on my face, eat good food cooked by someone else, and spend time in fresh, fragrant air, taking in a decent amount of exercise.
Entering all of these things in to my Travel Venn Diagram, what should pop up in the very centre but the suggestion of a few days on the island of Mallorca. So I had a splurge on a flight, found some cheap and cheerful accommodation to use purely as a base, and began the countdown to a journey towards feeling much better.
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