When it comes to the idea of spending Christmas abroad, most people fall into one of two camps. The first is those who can’t think of anything worse – surely Christmas is a time for family, for being at home and opening your presents together under the Christmas tree? The second is those who can’t think of anything better – hopping on a plane and getting away from the tinsel and baubles and not coming back until it’s all over.
In my 32 years on this planet I’ve spent eight Christmases abroad, sometimes with the whole family, sometimes just me and my husband. All but one of those has been spent skiing in the Alps, feeling very festive among the snow-covered log cabins. But one was spent in Vietnam, where in all honesty it could have been July – there wasn’t even a hint of Christmas cheer.
Nevertheless, I’m still a strong advocate for going away over the festive period, and here’s why: