I have had holidays that were relaxing but the holidays were not relaxed. I plan each vacation meticulously and squeeze as many   experience in a day as appear feasible. I have stayed at some exotic locales in these vacations: in a sprawling house on a hill overlooking the cerulean Mediterranean, in a house, every window of which opened to mesmerizing views of Hauraki gulf on   Waiheke Island, in an apartment that faced Pacific in Wellington. But I did not sit amid this surreal scenery drinking its beauty unhurriedly - I would leave soon after breakfast chasing my itinerary and drive back in the late   evening; to begin another schedule of touring the next day. I know people who go on holidays only to relax. They drive to the destination in a hired cab, stay put in the place for weeks, and hire another cab on return. I envy their poise, their equanimity, and their single-minded pursuit of a goal. But I am unable to follow their example. Perhaps, it is a restless natur...