Spain is still one of the most popular holiday destinations for us Brits, with cheap flights and inclusive packages making it appealing for any budget. But really how many of us go to Spain without knowing a single word of Spanish? I for one would love to learn Spanish and it’s been on my ‘bucket list’ for years.
For some people, getting a fix of vitamin D purely in the summer months simply isn’t enough. So where’s could you spend Christmas on the beach? Where’s hot in January and February when you haven’t seen the sun for months? Where are the best winter sun destinations when the British winter has well and truly kicked in?
Cancun will always hold special memories for me as it’s where we spent our honeymoon in 2013. We had a blissful 2 weeks recovering from all the wedding mayhem and I’ll be honest, we didn’t venture far from our sun-beds the whole time. As much as this was just what we needed at the time, I can’t help but think we missed out on all wonders that Cancun has to offer.
Max is a well travelled little boy but this was our first UK break as a family of three and it exceeded our expectations. It was nice to get back to basics and explore all the beauty that Wales has to offer. Our days were packed with fun activities and our evenings were spent relaxing in our cosy lodge.
Opening it’s doors in 2014, the luxurious 5* Aphrodite Hills Hotel cleverly combines classic with contemporary, something you’ll notice as soon as you walk into the impressive lobby. It’s the perfect getaway for those wanting to relax as well as sports enthusiasts looking to perfect their swing or backhand.
We’ve just arrived back from our latest family holiday, 2 week’s in Paphos, Cyprus. This was Max’s third overseas holiday, having already ticked Florida and Dubai off the list, and judging by his non stop laughter I’d say he had just as good a time as we did.
Our home for the weekend was the 4* Hotel Beau Rivage in Weggis, a small, idyllic holiday resort. The hotel is perfectly located right on the shore of the beautiful Lake Lucerne and if I could sum it up in a few words it would be “a cute hotel with a rustic charm”.
I remember my first ever rollercoaster experience like it was yesterday. It was 1996 and I was 13 years old. My mum had convinced me to join her and my sister on one of their favourite rides, Kumba at Busch Gardens, Orlando. I wasn’t what you’d call a thrill seeker and my nerves were steadily building as we waited in line.
Flying fills me with dread and anxiety. I white-knuckle grip the armrest, or the unfortunate person sitting next to me, for at least half the flight, my palms growing clammier as we gain altitude. I look around at everyone else on the plane who seem to be taking it all in their stride, calmly browsing the in-flight entertainment or taking the opportunity to grab a quick forty winks, and I feel alone, and a little bit silly.
I had always hoped I would be in a position to give Max the same experiences I had when it came to travelling and having already been to Orlando and Dubai before he’s 9 months old he’s quickly racking up the stamps in his passport.