Edd and I have been on a few trips as a couple, and in September we’re going to New York (AHHHHHHHHHH). I’m excited. Can’t you tell?
But so far, the best holiday we’ve been on was to Paris. We’ve been twice – the first time I had a horrible reaction to ibuprofen (I’m not meant to take it, oops) and ended up in bed feeling ill for the majority of the trip…
The second time we went was over Edd’s birthday last May, and we went to Disneyland. DISNEYLAND. For a wannabe Disney Princess, I was living the dream.
Genuinely one of the best days of my life – all the best rides (It’s A Small World and Pirates of the Caribbean are my joint favourites) and all the Disney shopping. SUCH A GOOD DAY.
Except for the crippling foot pain. So. Much. Walking.
The rest of the trip was amazing too- the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower (no, actually, that’s really overrated #controversial).
And we ate some amazing food. Yum.
So it’ll take quite a lot for New York to beat this, but given it’s my dream holiday I’m so hopeful…