My holiday planning agenda has not progressed much due to my own ambivalence about taking time off. Tonight I told myself to pick any destination that piques my curiousity and just do it, as it's only a few days and I enjoy the lure of the undiscovered. Noted with chagrin: Capri takes too long, as I can't imagine how exhausted I'd be after two flights just to get to Naples (despite the enchanting air of Shirley Hazzard's memoir of her friendship with Graham Greene on the island and of course the "Jackie Look"). Everywhere I've looked at in the Caribbean seems unbearably cheesy or exey or both. The two strongest contenders so far, sadly ruled out for various reasons but amusing nonetheless:
Greyfield Inn, Cumberland Island, Georgia: "You will see many horses on Cumberland Island and some will be grazing right by the Inn. Remember, these are wild horses. They may appear tame but they are not. Observe them from a distance."
Penzance Arts Club, Cornwall, UK: Even the uniformly terrible reviews are charming!
Sounding better all the time: "My House in Marrakech."
And so the search continues...
P.S. If you spend 99 cents today: Nellie McKay's Politan (see also).