How do you feel about coming back home after a long holiday? I was away for more than 3 weeks. First I went to Germany for my other (aka daytime) job and to spent Christmas with my family. I only came back to Istanbul for merely half a day before we left to Abu Dhabi and then Sri Lanka. In Sri Lanka we enjoyed warm and sunny days filled with an abundance of fresh exotic fruits. You’d think that coming home, especially after enjoying our last three days at the magical Tri hotel, would be nothing less than painful. And yes, our journey back home to Istanbul was not a good end to our holiday, neither a good start to work life. Due to a little bit of a snow incident in Istanbul, we were delayed by more than a day. Completely exhausted and tired from our odyssey of spending 1.5 days on and off the plane, the first thing we did was getting some comfort food….
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float,
To gain all while you give,
To roam the roads of lands remote,
To travel is to live.
Imagine this. You go on holiday to Sri Lanka. It’s your last three days in a country that is known for its beautiful oceanside and wild surfing spots. You can choose between long white beaches with crushing waves or a peaceful lake surrounded by nothing but nature. You take the road less traveled and opt for the latter. The taxi driver gets lost and eventually ends up on a dirt road that doesn’t fit more that one car. You see rice fields and hear monkeys. Every now and then you pass little colorful huts and you wonder if people appreciate the immense beauty of nature surrounding them. And then after not even 10 min you suddenly stand in front of the gate of the Tri hotel. The moment you enter the property you understand that you have arrived at a little slice of heaven on earth….
It’s the last week before Christmas and I’m currently on a flight from Istanbul to Munich. Though Munich used to be my home for more than two years I only have some business meetings here before heading up North to spend Christmas with my mum. In previous years I never really got into Christmas mood until the very day. Maybe it’s because we lived in countries that don’t celebrate Christmas. There was the occasional glittery and often very pink Christmas tree in shopping malls in Hong Kong. And even in Egypt, the German school would organise a yearly Christmas market which was hugely popular and very crowded. Last year we spend most of the Christmas season moving from Cairo to Istanbul, searching for a flat and unpacking boxes.
Last week I had a talk with friends about the perfect gift. We all agreed that it’s super difficult to give someone trinkets and nonsense things. At least not if the person didn’t put it specifically on her or his wish-list. Like that drinking game for your grown-up cousin…maybe not so cool. Or that ‘bake your own boyfriend’ cookie cutter might be funny once but probably ends up in the drawer and never be used again. You probably wouldn’t want any dust catchers in your home either.
There are a few gift ideas I love to fall back on when I don’t have anything specific in mind. Like when non of my family members and friends mention in my presence “Oh, I’d wish I had (fill in the blank)”.Since that pretty much never happens I almost always turn to my “the great three”. …