Travel ComPAINions: Holidaying With The Family
WHEN summer comes, we’re all partial to a nice getaway. A few days roaming around our breathtaking landscape, or a week or two soaking up some rays in a hotter clime. You can’t go alone though, that’s what the Plastics would call social suicide. Bring your friends. Bring your boyfriend/girlfriend. Hell, bring the neighbour’s dog if you have to.
But what if your friends are working? What if your love life makes Bridget Jones look like Casanova? And that dog hasn’t been quarantined yet. There’s only one option: a family holiday. With your parents.
To many people, this wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. My family, however, hadn’t gone away together for over five years. We’d taken weekend breaks here and there, but it had never been anything too serious. This year, my Dad found a deal for a week in Lanzarote that he simply ‘couldn’t leave after him’. He got my mother’s opinion (a pre-requisite before doing anything in my family), paid for the flights and accommodation and that was that.
The Bennetts were going to Lanzarote. And we were probably going to kill each other before the plane had even taken off. Once we got on the runway there was no going back, and we all had to commit to it. “It’s just a week”, I kept telling myself. “You can live in much closer proximity than normal with these people for just a week.”
Turns out it was a lot easier said than done. Most evenings out began with an argument over where we would eat. Once we’d found a suitable restaurant, tensions arose over what to eat, portion sizes, and whether to get a bottle of wine or individual glasses. Once that was dealt with, we had to decide which of the pubs to frequent. It was a very messy affair.
But, aggro over eating aside, a family holiday can actually bring you all closer. People’s moods tend to change when they’re brought away from the office and into the sunshine. My family and I had some of our happiest moments in a long time while on the back of a camel or helping my Dad pick out his new man bag (oh yes, he went there).
So next time, your parents ask if you’d like to join them on a weekend in Wexford or a fortnight in Faro, give it a go. It might surprise you.
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