Tell us about the location you chose for your SUNLOUNGER short story… I chose a laid-back fishing village (with pelicans) called Puerto Morelos, which is about 25 minutes from the bustle of Cancun on Mexico’s Yucatan Peninsula. I visited on a sun-seeking whim in February – looking for a blissful beachy time but with stuff to look at (there’s Aztec ruins at Tulum or further inland there’s the impressive Chichen Itza for starters) So it was a perfect lazy/active combo. Plus they had the best guacamole going.
If you could live anywhere in the world… As my bones age, they demand sunshine. So I’d head to Spain for a quick-fix, and maybe California for being daring. The thought of walking sunny beaches and eating fresh fish makes me happy. It’s much harder to be a sofa-stuck misery when there’s waves crashing and palm trees beckoning. I’ve yet to test this, but in theory I would be far more active/healthy and less TV-addicted if I had balmy weather! (Naturally I’d also be appalling rich and live in a swanky beach house).
Destination you’ve returned to the most times: I’ve been to California and Vegas lots because my best buddy lived there. I love them both (buddy and destinations!) as they’re steeped in activities galore; shopping, wildlife, scenery, shows, sunshine, celebs, food, plus I love how Americans adore our Brit accents, you can always feel a bit special. Havana was incredible for feasting the eyes, I’ll definitely go back there. And Spain is fabulous for a short-hop to fabulous city-exploring, tapas, Agua de Valencia (the boozy local cocktail of the Gods!) and/or beach bliss.
Ticket, passport, money and… What is your travel essential? My mini medicine bag. My mum has taught me well. I like to be well stocked for any eventuality from indigestion to cystitis antibiotics to the evil hangover. Sunglasses you can nab from a corner shop, Trimethoprim you can’t!
Favourite holiday cocktail? I’m a sucker for sickly things like Pina Colada and Strawberry Daiquiri but love a Mojito, Mai Tai and Tequila Sunrise. (All in one glass if you’re offering).
What was your best holiday romance? I’ll keep it simple and name the first fella I kissed. We were about 14 years old in a swimming pool in France. He was called Phillippe (which I loved because I had a crush on Phil Collins). We kissed underwater, because obviously having your first kiss isn’t awkward enough, so why not add the element of being totally submerged. It was quite nice, albeit brief, mainly due to lung capacity. We were pen-pals for about 6 months after but I don’t think it would have worked on dry land.