My fiancé dumped me a few months ago and I'm heartbroken. But life goes on. Thing is, the breakup happened on holiday at the most beautiful small hotel in a place I'd always wanted to go. I'd had a super stressful year so felt there was a lot riding on having a special hol in that particular place. Now I feel this urge to go back and do it properly. I'm a good solo traveller. Does that sound mad?