Sultans of Swing // Part I : Egypt

This summer, we wanted to treat ourselves to an extra nice holiday.

Not only did we want to commemorate the end of an era (goodbye Bachelor, hello Masters Degree ! ) we were also celebrating 5 years together.

Mind you, we wanted to treat ourselves on a student budget so we searched the web until we found a sweet last minute offer.
Two weeks in a 5 star hotel on the Red Sea ? Yes please !

After feeling like bona fide pirates because we managed to smuggle some snacks on the plane + being fascinated all through the drive from the airport (who knew that the desert was soo pretty?) we arrived at our hotel right on time for lunch.
The second he eyed the mini burgers that were waiting for him to devour them, I saw Mr K. mentally pat himself on the back for choosing that hotel.
Once I was in the pool, sipping my Santo Libre, surrounded by the majestuous Sinai mountains, I made the decision to always let him pick our holiday destination from now on.
I always knew that there was more to him than his striking looks but boy, the man is a genius when it comes to holiday planning.

After a rather taxing summer, Taba really was the perfect place for us to go.
It is right on the border with Israel, in between the Red Sea and the desert, which allowed us to move around without having to spend hours on bumpy roads.
Don't let my battered clich├ęs fool you , Egyptian roads were actually less bumpy than ours !

We certainly took advantage of that and in between days spent lounging at the beach, we took a trip across the border, rode quads in the desert and sailed on the Red Sea.
Even if we hadn't done all those things, the beautiful fishes and the clear water just in front of our hotel would have been reason enough to go there.
(Did I mention that from now on I'm letting Mr K. plan all our holidays ?)

A weird combination of locals in burkinis and obnoxious russians, the hotel clientele was very entertaining to watch.
As always we kept a very low profile and made sure to look no one in the eye for fear of being stuck with a "vacation friend".
Eating all your meals + sharing your beach umbrella with strangers ? No thanks !

Instead, we spent those two weeks in a little bubble.
No matter how young we are / our relationship is, sometimes, day to day life takes its toll and it was really great to have nothing else to do all day than to be in love.
Mr K is always cuddly and sweet but the extra attention felt reaally nice and if anything made me fall even more in love with my boy.
Take my word when I tell you that his blue eyes become out of this world when he's surrounded by water.
Also, babe, I'm sorry I almost drowned you by climbing on you in the sea but I had to : you're my shark-shield !

Those two weeks went by so fast that I was a bit disoriented when we got home.
The downside of looking forward to something for so long I suppose...
The fact that we lost about 26 degrees by the time we got there and that our days are spent running to classes instead of strolling from the beach to the poolbar probably plays a big role too in me feeling blue.
Speaking of which, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go cure my exotic paradise withdrawal with a big cuddle from my boy.

x, K.

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