Barcelona

That destination would have been Dijon in France. I've still never visited Burgundy, and Dijon seemed to be the place to go. After doing some research to ensure there was plenty to keep my friends and me entertained, I stumbled upon these Segways for hire! What a brilliant idea!

It was not to be, however. I'm really not sure how, but we ended up going on holiday to Barcelona instead, and thoroughly enjoyed it. That was also, coincidentally, the holiday where the airport lost my luggage and, because I was away with four males and no female (besides myself, obviously) I ended up wearing a Queen with Paul Rogers at Hyde Park t-shirt [digression: that concert was AWESOME! But I propose that people under a certain height should get a discount on standing tickets. Or at least a taser to use on tall people who insist on standing right in front of you and moving the whole time. Also people who sit on their friends' shoulders the whole duration of a concert] and shorts to bed.

So, with no spare clothes, I ended up rinsing out underwear in the sink every night and hanging it out the window to dry, and bought some emergency tops and pants at Spanish H&M as soon as I found one. But the worst moment struck when the heavens opened and a September deluge hit Barcelona. Wearing my floor-length denim skirt (which was slightly too big for me) and wedges, the boys all ran on ahead and I was weighed down, unable to walk, and with nothing to change into when I got back...

Anyway, the conclusion was that later that same evening the airport found my bag and delivered it to the apartment, so I was mercifully spared wearing mens clothes in public. But that remains, to this day, the wettest I've ever been. In retrospect it was all a bit of an adventure, but one I'd certainly rather not repeat.