Swim for bliss
I’m too scared to Google it. Maybe there’s a name for my condition and I’m showing all the symptoms. When I travel, I’m incredibly critical, borderline obsessive, about two things when it comes to my chosen accommodation: the swimming pool and the sun loungers.
No, really. I plan holidays and weekends away around swimming pools, chairs and umbrellas. I have swimming fever. To me, swimming is a ritual. It’s like I become one with my body, which is made up of 60% water anyway. It’s a journey to find myself, because water quietens my mind.
Some people believe that your love or aversion for heat and water depends on when you were born. Summer babies tolerate heat well and enjoy water, while winter babies love cold weather and fireplaces. Maybe
