Why It’s Okay Not To Make The Most Of A Trip Away

When we travel, there’s an expectation we place on ourselves to go, see and do as much as humanly possible during our time away – anything else would be a waste right? Well, after our recent trip to Edinburgh that involved a poorly-timed bug, I think I’ve changed my mind, and I can see the reasoning for a slower paced, more restful trip.

I came down with a bug the day before we left for Edinburgh, luckily the kind where after 24 hours have passed you’re feeling markedly better, but I was still a little sore and tired. And then, because I’m the kind and sharing time, Con came down with the same bug the day after we arrived in Edinburgh, so we spent a lot of our three days in the city seeing nothing more exciting than the inside of our hotel room.

And do you know what? It wasn’t half bad. Okay, so we both felt pretty rotten, which wasn’t ideal, but we got to spend three days resting, cosied up in bed together watching crappy daytime TV and ordering room service, without having to worry about putting the laundry on or cleaning the kitchen or going to work. We had the days booked off, a beautiful hotel room + no place we needed to be. We rested up and spent quality time together, even if that time was punctuated by us complaining how ill we felt.

I went out and picked up coffees and soup from Pret for lunch one afternoon. We ordered an extortionately priced burger and salad from room service to share. We worked our way through the snacks in the minibar and the bottle of prosecco left in the room for us. We had long, luxuriously hot showers in the spotless marble bathroom using Aveda bath products. We ordered full fat cokes from the bar after deciding they would ‘definitely help’.

Okay so we didn’t get to visit Edinburgh Castle, or the Writer’s Museum, but we still fit in a good amount of touristing, as well as lots of rest. We certainly got our money’s worth out of the hotel, and I’m pretty sure we recovered from the bug faster than we would have at home where it’s harder to shut off.

I came back from Edinburgh feeling well rested + content, happy that we’d ticked off our non negotiables (walking the Royal Mile, food at Dishoom, a peak in Life Story) and generally feeling pretty good about going home. Really, what more could you ask for?

It’s got me tempted to book a little staycation closer to home, perhaps a night in Winchester for the Christmas market?

Have you ever taken it easy on a trip before?