Reaching Up, Out
I like vacations. Whenever I can take mini ones – I take lots (can I smile greedily here?).
It started when I was 21. I just won the top cash prize at the office raffle and what better way than to squander it all at a grand Hongkong vacation.
Okay, it was not grand. We stayed at a three star hotel and had breakfast everyday at the McDonald’s but I was with my bestfriend and we went around Hongkong and had so much fun – going to the parks, seeing the day life and the night life, tasted all the local delicacies, shopped for satin underwear, luggage and Giordano shirts, haggled (oh boy can I haggle) – that I wanted to do it again (and again and again).
And again.
From then on, I promised myself that I will take at least one vacation at an international destination every year. Hey, I was single, I was employed, I had no financial conscience (it was fun while it lasted).
This year, I am taking 5 mini-vacations (to my financial planners – uhm, ehrm, sorry?).