Ever since our holiday in Italy three years ago my daughter has been frightened of ‘abroad’ and other countries. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong and she was scared of the prospect of another foreign holiday. To be honest, we all were.
And then we went to Barcelona…
Finally, after three years, we exorcised our foreign holiday demons.
We did things differently this time. From the lovely departure lounge to an airport very close to our destination and a pre-booked taxi to transport us between the two, we made things easy for ourselves. Nothing went wrong on the journey, which we managed in 10 hours door-to-door, including a very long wait at Gatwick.
And my daughter smiled, laughed and bounced around through it all. Her happiness and excitement were infectious.
As soon as we touched down, she declared that she liked Spain – just from looking out of an airport window at a frankly unattractive industrial landscape. She danced, chatted and sang her way through the taxi journey – much to her eldest brother’s disgust and my immense pride and happiness.
She loved the hotel and the room. She loved the (rather chilly) swimming pool on the roof and the Spanish buildings – even the scruffy ones.
And she sat down to eat on that first night and declared ‘I like Spanish food’. It was nothing less than a miracle!
And what was she eating? Paella? Tapas?
Well, it’s a start.
Just to have her eating and happy in a foreign country really was a magic moment. I really hope this can be the start of more regular foreign holidays for our family.