Wendy because we couldn't agree. Dp wanted to go to poland in February in the freezing snow, visiting harrowing Nazi death camps, drinking vodka in dingy underground bars, eating wild boar and dumplings wearing an overcoat and clutching a penguin classic.
I wanted to spend February on a beach, in a bikini, sipping cocktails, then spend my evenings at beachside bars, eating freshly caught fish and drinking sangria and laughing heartily.
There really wasn't a way to compromise - so, he came back pale, windswept and slightly disturbed, i came back pink and also a bit disturbed.