Impromptu

There they are, my long awaited Spring holidays. Nineteen days of farniente, that is if the sun comes back as the weather cast promises it should. Nineteen days without having to care for anyone else's problems, for a change. My sole interesting issue right now is to pick a location and which hotel to book for a last minute trip. Will it be the oceanside - it's been such a while since I last breathed the iodized Atlantic air - or the Alps? I don't know yet.