All that remains of our summer trip to The Netherlands is our airport parking. Our flights were with Flybe, so we lost those a while ago. And yesterday, our Airbnb host in Leiden, cancelled. He was very apologetic, though he needn’t have been.
I knew it was coming. I wasn’t really expecting that we’d be going on this trip. The only reason I hadn’t cancelled it myself was because keeping it there offered me a tiny morsel of hope. Somehow, parking at Manchester Airport doesn’t offer that same hope!
But, since I’d had some time to get used to the idea that we wouldn’t be eating our way around the many vegan restaurants in Amsterdam, cycling through Leiden or paddling in the sea in The Hague this July, I’m okay with it. After all, not going on holiday seems a small price to pay to protect the lives of others.
Instead, I’m going to focus on where I’d like to go next, when it is safe to do so. When the world opens back up, and we’re actively encouraged to travel for pleasure again. Focusing on the future is keeping me positive, and if that means browsing Lonely Planet and making a new travel bucket list, then it’s a hit I’m willing to take.
Maybe next time, Netherlands.