Whoever did this, has a brilliant sense of humour.
...sitting around and laughing.
Laughing at good jokes. Laughing harder, at the bad ones. Laughing at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Over drinks. After drinks. In the car. In the room. At photographs. At each other. At other people. At the world. At old stories. And new ones.
As a holiday, it was a classic. The rare, old-fashioned kind.
Where what you come home with, is not what you bought. Or what you saw. Or what you photographed. Or just a bag-full of dirty laundry.
What you come home with, is the kind of well-being that only comes from good times spent with your favourite people.
Thank you bro, smritz and chica, for a truly brilliant holiday.