As you’ll know, we were kindly invited to have a mid-week stay at Bluestone and we stayed in a Grassholm Lodge. This lodge sleeps eight and is very comfortable. All lodges at Bluestone have the look of a log cabin and never fail to impress me. We’ve stayed in a variety of lodges but this was our first time staying in a Grassholm lodge at Bluestone.
Does going on holidays with your children fill you with excitement or dread? Excitement for the possibilities that lie ahead, or dread of it turning out to be the worst holiday with kids. Yes, sometimes disaster can strike, and there is nothing you can do about it, but often it’s not something we can foresee. For instance, our worst holiday with BattleKid to date is a tossup between our first holiday to Lanzarote with him, and our second. Continue reading “Worst Holiday with Kids – Bloggers Tell Us Where and Why”
Holidaying with kids can be a daunting affair for some, and something to relish with others. I’ve heard some parents say they dread holidays with their kids. I know others who wouldn’t dream of not going on holiday with their kids. The best holiday with kids can be surprising ones and the worst can come out of something beyond your control. For us, holidays and BattleKid go hand in hand these days and although we’ve had both good and bad, we wouldn’t change them for the world. Continue reading “Best Holiday with Kids – Bloggers Tell Us Where and Why”
In the next of my guest posts from fellow bloggers, I am handing the reins over to Lyndsey of Me, Him, The Dog and a Baby. As her daughter is still quite young, they haven’t been on a best or worst holiday with her yet. So, Lyndsey instead offered to share with us their best and worst holiday as a couple. So, I’ll let Lyndsey do the introductions this time, while we continue our road trip.
I’m Lyndsey and I blog at Me, him, the dog and a baby! I live in Middle of Nowhere, Norfolk with my husband John and nearly 2 year old daughter Erin.
Worst Holiday as a Couple
I met my now husband in 2011 and in 2012 we went on our first holiday together. I had just finished my second year at university and was getting ready to live with John for the summer. A holiday to Rome was supposed to be the perfect way to end the uni year and to celebrate our summer together. Unfortunately, I HATED it.
When we got to Rome I was less than impressed. We got off the bus from the airport at a small sort of strip mall that stank of wee. It was a dump. First impressions definitely count and mine was not good! We visited at the end of June so it was ridiculously hot and by the time we walked to our accommodation, we were both a bit of a mess.
Rome was not what I was expecting. I was so disappointed with the amount of chain restaurants, cafes and coffee shops right across from places like the Colosseum. The modern buildings being right on top of the magnificent, historic buildings was just horrible for me.
I also got REALLY sick of being with John so much. This was the first time that we had been together 24 hours a day for this length of time and I missed my peace and quiet and privacy. I actually sent John out one evening so I could have a couple of hours in the B&B on my own. Luckily, I got over that quickly which is a good job really.
Best Holiday as a couple
In 2013 John and I headed off on our second holiday together, to Orlando, Florida. This was to celebrate me finishing university and John’s 30th birthday. Oh yeah, we were also getting married!
Our wedding was the most perfect day. We didn’t actually invite anyone as we wanted our day to be about us. We got married at the most beautiful estate house and everything really was perfect for us. Afterwards, John locked us out of our hotel room so I was stood in the scorching heat in a massive wedding dress until security let us back in! We went for a meal afterwards at a local restaurant which was lovely!
John and I both fell in love with Orlando as soon as we landed pretty much. We loved our hotel, the amazing food and Disney was pretty good as well! We had made sure that we didn’t need to be careful with money while we were on our honeymoon so we ate where we wanted, bought what we wanted and did what we wanted for a whole two weeks. It was absolute bliss.
We’re now hoping to go back for our 10th wedding anniversary in 2023!
Thanks so much to Lyndsey for sharing their best and worst holiday as a couple. It is a shame Rome was such a disappointment, but to get married in Orlando must have been like a fairy tale. I really hope you manage to make it back for your 10th anniversary.
If anyone would like to contribute a guest post about their best and/or worst holidays with or without their kids to date, please send me an email to firstname.lastname@example.org.
We had an earlier start to the day and had a lovely light breakfast on my parents’ deck of sausage, bacon, eggs and toast. My mum went to Mass for 10am and while she was gone I got stuck into cleaning for her. I thought it only fair since she and my Dad were letting us stay, not only for Easter, but also when we were arriving in May until our own place was ready. While I did that, BattleKid was checking for hares with his Lolo’s binoculars.
Once my mum was back, we all got dressed nicely and headed to see BattleDad’s aunt, who had invited us for Easter Sunday dinner. I hadn’t met her before and she and her family couldn’t have been more welcoming. She has been lucky enough to be living near Tavira for 5 years now, having retired down there from Ireland. I met her husband, her two daughters and one of her grandsons. They were all lovely and also very welcoming to my parents who came along for lunch too.
We had a lovely Sunday roast with them and spent a lovely few hours in their company and we all looked forward to seeing each other again once we moved down.
We left their house just after 4pm, and as I thought, BattleKid fell asleep in the car on the way back. Once we got back BattleDad and I started to pack our stuff up. That said, we were leaving behind two bags of clothes to cover us for the few weeks we’d be staying with my folks when we moved down. I was grateful we had the option to do so as the car would be rammed with the dog as well.
None of us were particularly hungry so we had a snack and put BattleKid to bed at 8pm. I had an awful night’s sleep with BattleDad’s snoring which is never ideal the night before travelling.
We were up at 6.15am and had some tea and toast before loading up the car and saying Ate Breve to my parents (which means See you soon in Portuguese). We dropped the car back and were at the airport for 8.15am. Check in was easy, the same cannot be said of passport control in Faro Airport.
Faro Airport is having a makeover, which means departures is crazy at the moment. We spent over an hour queuing to get through security, and had to go straight to our gate as they had called for boarding by the time we got through. We left Portugal in high spirits, knowing that when we returned in 6 weeks time, it would be for good.