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Normally I love a room with a view. Watching the world go by. Sometimes the pool view, watching guests enjoying their swim, or just waiting for it to be free.
A view of mountains, or rolling hills makes me feel privileged that I have come to discover somewhere new.
Occasionally the view of the beach, soft sands tempting feet to take those steps into crystal blue water.
I never mind the view, just feel very lucky that I am in good health, can afford to travel and enjoy different cultures, countries and food.
This holiday gave us a different view. Some people would have found it annoying, loud and would have complained. I was delighted, the view wasn’t particularly exciting. The roof tops of houses, banana trees showing us their fruit. Cats jumping from one wall to the next. The thing which we didn’t fail to miss were the airplanes. We were close to the airport. Watching different planes arriving from all over Europe and beyond was mesmerising, the wheels ejecting from the belly of the plane. The different colours and flags on each one. The roar of the plane overhead. A great privilege to see a constantly changing view.
Did the noise annoy me? No, was I frustrated by the constant planes overhead? No. It was a unique experience which supplied us with constant conversation. Great holiday had by all.
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