We’ve booked our holiday for this year in May and we’re itching to take off despite the long hours we’ll spend flying. To think I looked forward to plane journeys when I was a child, as if I’d been given something better than chocolate cake, and now just think of them as wearisome hurdles to be overcome as soon as possible.

When we dropped R1 off at the airport a couple of months ago, I said to A that I just wanted to get on a plane and take off to somewhere warm with good food. It’s that feeling airports can give you sometimes, of wanting to depart. He agreed.

A, as a young man, or should I say younger man (when we couldn’t afford our annual holiday) didn’t show much interest at all, or at least didn’t let on to me, that he was interested in old monuments, or in spending hours walking around them, examining minute details. He seemed to be more interested in climbing mountains and in cool, rainy weather.

The teenage me would worry about us as adults ten years hence and the difference in our interests. I would imagine me walking around old temple ruins or lying on beaches alone while he would be busy on his computer with some math in a gray climate. I needn’t have worried. The man has had more energy than I could ever summon on our historic monument trips. One afternoon in Angkor I just collapsed and said I had to sleep (it takes me three days to get over jet lag ) and could not go visit a certain temple, though it had something very unique about it. But he went and came back with exquisite photographs, all fired up about its beauty, waking me up to tell me about it. We are also agreed that we both love the sea and swimming in it.

The only thing we don’t seem to do together is exploring cities. I love cities, and I like walking around them and getting a feel of urban areas in different countries. But it is also nice to spend time alone on holiday (have done some of my best bargain shopping like this, uninterrupted) and pursue your own interests without worrying whether your partner is getting bored. Thus, when we were in countryside outside Yogyakarta visiting Borobudur, I took a day off to explore Yogya (not enough) and to attend a classical Javanese dance and Gamelan performance of some scenes from the Ramayana (lovely), in the Sultan”s Kraton, while A went on a hike and met a chicken.

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