My family has been discussing where to go on the family holiday for months now. I say family, I mean my wife, my eldest daughter and I as our sixteen month old has a very limited vocabulary.
If baby was asked where she wanted to go on holiday, she’d most likely say “shoe” and that wouldn’t be a terribly good suggestion. I think you can see why we’ve kept her out of the discussions.
At five, however, our eldest daughter Helen has a strong opinion. She wants to go to Portugal. This is largely based on the fact our last family holiday was there and she has very fond memories of swimming in the resort’s pools.
You’ll note I make reference to swimming “pools” in the plural. As we went out of season, we had two pools to choose from and nobody else on the resort to bother us at all. One was a little paddling pool no more than shin deep that was ideal for Helen as she wasn’t really swimming at that stage (you can read about our attempts to encourage her to swim in this recent blog post).
We’d head down to the pools in the early morning and stay there until about midday. For the sake of everyone’s skin, we’d then head indoors and get some shade.
At lunch time we’d head off to the nearby town of Las Palmas where we’d often have lunch in the same restaurant. It was a little embarrassing being such creatures of habit but Helen loved the place and the service so friendly and child-oriented it just made sense.
As you’ve no doubt gathered, my wife and I aren’t in total agreement with our daughter about where to go this year. Portugal is tempting, but I’m tempted to enter a completion like this one I noticed on Facebook and hope for the best.
Of course the added complication is that Helen is now at school so we have to go on holiday during the main holiday season. My wife, who is the main earner in my topsy-turvy household, wants to go to a very sunny destination and as she works so hard the rest of the year I feel it would be unfair to deny her this wish.
More to the point, I have some Mediterranean heritage and love the heat. If she wants to go somewhere sunny I’ll probably complain it’s 10 degrees Celsius too cold! As that would be no good for the children, I just bite my lip.
Who knows where we’ll end up. I suspect, however, it will be Portugal!