For nearly twenty years it’s been a dream of mine to attend the Indianapolis 500. When I saw the event live on TV for the first time in 1993 and watched as Nigel Mansell came within touching distance of winning the race as a rookie, I made up my mind that some day I would sit in the stands to watch the race in person. In May this year that dream finally came true, and the following is a detailed account of my trip of a lifetime.
In August 1999, Fliss & I took our first holiday together in Salou in Northern Spain. For two weeks we ate badly and sparingly, having taken a self-catering package deal with Thompsons to cut costs. Ironically, we spent a small fortune on food & drink over those 14 days, but ultimately enjoyed the experience.
When we were searching for a holiday to take over easter this year, we stumbled upon Eurocamp Cambrils, near Salou, and thought it would be cool to come back and visit the area again. We knew the weather would be decent, and probably not as searingly hot at this time of year as it was when we went in late summer. We also knew the rough layout of Salou, and that the beaches were long & sandy.
Having gained two children since we last went, it was also an added bonus that the flight from Glasgow is just two and a half hours. Eurocamp Cambrils is a little further out of Salou itself than we would have liked, but it is within (long) walking distance and is more suited for families. We quite enjoyed staying in the self-contained resort in Fuerteventura last year, too, so Eurocamp seemed like a good fit.
So, what follows is a detailed account of the highs and lows of our first holiday as a family of four. For those of you who want the short version: it was a mixed bag, but ultimately good fun!
Unfortunately, due to a heavy workload recently, I couldn’t keep up with the pace of posting every week – especially when I didn’t think there was anything worthwhile to post about.
Events as mundane as, say, ordering a new sofa last week, don’t really motivate me to blog about them even if it was the highlight of that particular week. It’s a nice enough event in itself, and when the new sofa & chairs arrive it’ll be great because the old ones have been bordering on uncomfortable for some time. But worthy of a full on post that’s in the spirit of the post a week challenge?
Not really.
It’s disappointing to fail a challenge so early on, but I’d rather call time on it than keep it going with half hearted updates.
On a positive note, it has made me think more about what’s worthy of a blog post and what isn’t. I occasionally look back and read the things that I wrote on here five or more years ago, and smile at the ramblings of a younger version of me I only vaguely recognise. Those posts are a better read when I’ve tackled something worthwhile, too, as not only are they a more entertaining, but I can spot a mile away when I’ve been posting filler masquerading as content!
It’s a pity that this particular post falls into the former category, so for the rest of the year my challenge is to make every post worthwhile.