The Times Magazine
Why we keep going back to the same holiday
Travel writers are paid to seek the new. So why, says one, do I spend every August in the same Greek village?
By Helen Marr · Saturday 14 June
The first time I arrived in Anaxos, in 2009, it was by accident. A delayed ferry, a missed connection, and the kind of bone-tired surrender that strips away any pretence of an itinerary.
Fifteen summers later, I still come back. Friends — colleagues, mostly — find this baffling. Surely, they say, a travel writer ought to be elsewhere?
I have come to think the question gets it the wrong way round. The pleasure is not in spite of the repetition; it is because of it.