In Mexico, my friends and me opted for Tulum instead of the more traditional cities of Merida and Izamal. Not a good decision. You see, besides the beautiful beaches and historic pyramids there wasn’t much to see and do for people who prefer a quesadilla over a breakfast bowl. It might also be the fact that our hostel was some kind of hippie gathering that enjoyed 3 AM acoustic guitar solos in front of our window.

In Vienna, when visiting my cousin I thought I finally had the chance to gaze upon one of my favourite paintings, Klimt’s The Kiss. Except I forgot my family trips always go off-piste and by the time we reached the gardens at the Belvedere Museum on my last morning it was time for me to head to the airport. I still think my cousin did it on purpose to make sure I return to her – and honestly I will soon!

In Cinque Terre I missed the town of Manarola – apparently the prettiest of them all. After three towns we had time to see one more and friends and me opted for Monterosso instead, I even believe it was an ‘eeny meeny miney moe’ pick! Though it was cute it simply didn’t cut the mustard compared with the other towns we saw and it’s definitely not worth spending the final hours of your trip there. It’s unlikely I’ll make my way to Cinque Terre anytime soon so I’m afraid I’ll have to live with this regret.