I realized a long time ago: a vacation is not about lying on the beach.
It's about touching your true self.
Without a form, without the role of a mother, a lawyer, a strong woman who "will endure anything."
It's about those moments when you're drinking coffee on the balcony in a bathrobe, and your thighs touch the warm wood...
When night is not a new deadline, but relaxed skin in bed, next to someone who undresses you with his gaze.

I dream of a vacation where there will be no schedules.
Where I can throw my bra in my suitcase and never take it out again 😏
Where my day begins with a kiss and ends with someone's enthusiastic "mmm..." on their lips...

And I also want to share it with someone.
Not just with a companion in a hotel, but with a man who wants to touch not only your body, but also your soul.
To listen, laugh, kiss your toes after a shower, argue about who's making breakfast... and kiss again.

A vacation is not an escape from reality.
It's a chance to make reality more pleasant.
And, maybe... to share it with someone who will be there not only in July, but also in an ordinary September.

And where would you go if everything was possible? And with whom?