CATEGORY | Travel
My social life and career tether me to London, but life in the Big Smoke can wear me down, so I've learned that solitary trips to the countryside — where I can play house in a cottage like the one from my dreams — are the perfect way to relax and recalibrate. There's something about being alone in nature, in a place where distractions are scant, that quiets the mind.
It’s not that buddymoons aren’t fun, but there’s only so much sharing you can do with a friend. That couples massage was a step too far. As soothing music tinkled and candles flickered, I tried to maintain a serene expression, but my head was filled with questions: How loud is my breathing? Whose hand is that? How do I explain to the masseuse, in Spanish, that this unclad woman beside me is just a friend?