I thought I’d share a few pics from my recent holiday. It feels like so long ago now, it’s gone in a blur. I’m sorry for the delay; I’ve had a few things on, then I ended up making a taxi trip to A&E over the weekend due to a stoma problem, and time has gotten away from me. It’s a reminder to savour the good times, not to dwell on the bad, to learn and to grow and to make it count.
The Hotel & Entertainment
What can I say? The evening entertainment was second to none. The staff were incredible, especially Genis, who must have had Duracell batteries constantly running until the end of the night because he also took a lot of the daytime entertainment (aqua aerobics, bingo, pool slides).
I was so proud of my mother because after a lot of prodding and encouragement I got her in the pool for aqua aerobics. I knew she wanted to try it but she’s terrified of the water, even with me trying to keep her afloat. Without being able to swim or tread water, she’s sure she’ll drown. But she did it, she went in, she watched Genis dressed like a female instructor with boobs and wig, and she had a great time (I, of course, sat on the sidelines drinking and taking photos).
Going To Town
On the road of my hotel were a few smaller shops, souvenir stores, supermarkets and bars. The main town was about a 15-20 minute walk and the main road that takes you there was packed with gift shops, accessory and clothes stores, eateries and people.
It was so interesting to see the variety of people and languages and generally the way of life in Spain. In a lot of the shops, for instance, sellers would stand near the store fronts to sell you products, literally popping a hat on your head and doing you a ‘deal’ to try to get you to buy it. Yes, I bought one. I grew to like it despite not being a huge hat person. I find pushy salespeople in England to be both rude and frustrating, yet this is how things are done here and I enjoyed it, it was fun, it was intriguing, and it made me converse with more people that I perhaps otherwise would have.
I made one proper ‘treat’ purchase. I didn’t really believe in love at first sight until I saw this purse! Ended up going back about 4 times because I couldn’t bring myself to spend the money, but it was a practical purchase too as my purse had succumbed to overuse (having to show my ID every time I needed to prove I was over 18 in the UK probably) and I ended up resorting to a small make-up bag to carry my pennies.
There are so many bars and places to eat, with numerous ‘British style’ joints too promoting the likes of bacon sandwiches, steaks and Guinness. One thing that made me chuckle, after spotting it once and realising it seemed to be on every English version of menus, was that cheese toasties were always called “bikinis”.
On The Way To Barcelona!
I can hear Freddie Mercury singing Barcelona already. I took the Plana Bus for around €25 to Barcelona, which included a tour and 2 hours of free time in the middle of the day for lunch and general mooching around.
I was able to take plenty of pics from inside the bus and a couple of videos, wander around the shops at lunch, and then look out over the city at the Palace at the end.
By the time we got on the bus ‘home’, however, I’ll admit I had a little cry because the pain, especially in my hips, was so bad. Sitting on the bus to go back to the hotel was a nightmare and the 1hr 30min journey seemed endless.
The Long, Long Night …
It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been out at night, let alone since I’ve had more than a couple to drink. I really wanted to push myself this week to do things that a. I don’t usually do, b. are outside of my comfort zone, and c. that may cause me a lot of pain but that I can say are worth it. A night out with the guy from the hotel plus a few other guests from there, with a few drinks, meeting lots of different people and some awful dancing in a club definitely met those criteria.
It was embarrassing at first to need to sit down, to feel tears in my eyes because everything hurt, but I tried to make the most of it where I could and not let on that I was struggling. That’s all we can do. I bet most people can’t see the struggles when they look at pictures of people that look energetic and happy.
I also ended up with a huge bruise. No idea how. Clumsy me..! Got a few mozzie bites from the holiday as well, despite thinking ‘nah, no mosquitoes in Spain’ before I went.
A Lot Of Cocks…
This isn’t for those of a sensitive disposition, but there were a lot of cocks in Spain –
The ‘small’ beach was a 5 minute walk downhill from the hotel, which had rocky sides to frame it in such a beautifully picturesque way. Taking my sandals off to walk on the sand was a bad idea that day though as it was so hot the sand literally felt like it was burning your feet.
The main Salou beach was a 15-20 minute walk, which I got to by taking the seaside stroll from the smaller beach so I could soak up the views. This one was very busy with sunbathers, kids building sandcastles, people hanging out in their inflatables, and boats and such being launched into the water.
One brilliant guy I met over there, who travels almost constantly for work and returns to Salou and this hotel regularly because they have a place in his heart, shared some wise words when I said how I’d love to go back. A holiday is the only thing that can cost such money, but where you will come back so much richer. Very true.