Some Holiday Memories
Benidorm 2002
Benidorm in 2002 was memorable for only one thing. I went there with a group of friends fresh out of law school and came back having met the woman who was to become my first wife and the mother of my two children.
In that sense, I certainly came back with more than I bargained for!
As it was, it was the first time that I had had occasion to travel
for a few years of studying and the first time that I had been to
Spain. The weather was terrible and the company of my long term
friends was wearing but I can never forget the holiday that brought
my children into existence. If I had visited one of the travel
comparison sites I may not have gone in the first place.
Fortunately, there was no such choice on those days!
I haven't been back to Benidorm since then.
Ibiza 1987
This was a great holiday. It was in Santa Eulalia, not one of
Ibiza's most popular travel resorts. However, the kids were aged
three and five, the weather was lovely and the hotel was fine. The
resort of Santa Eulalia was better than I could have hoped for. A
holiday that was memorable for all the right reasons.
As one grows older - and I have - one begins to reminisce about one's life. And the journeys that we have made. I am lucky to have travelled reasonably well. I have some fond memories and in the hope that it will be worthy of reading, I have decided to commit some of these memories to an article on the topic of some of my favourite journeys. Some of them may seem fairly mundane, some less. But they all live in my memory and I will now share them with the reader.
Sorrento 1978
Sorrento is memorable for two reasons. Firstly, it was the first
time I had ever been abroad and secondly, I feel down a cliff on the
first night of my holiday, having consumed far too much of the local
vino rosso and a "wellington" of beer. Less memorable was the taxi
driver in Rome who delivered us two nineteen year old law students
to a house of ill-repute when we asked him to take us to a disco! We
spent most of our funds on two bottles of beer, having paid up under
the threatening gaze of several "heavies who appeared from the
shadows at our initial refusal!
After three weeks of healing in Sorrento - we did manage to visit
the ruins of Pompeii - we returned home to the incredulous
questioning of our Catholic parents about why, when we were in Rome,
we never visited the Vatican, the Coloseum, Trevi Fountain etc etc
etc. If only they had known!
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