Readers may know that Mr Tammy and I do like a holiday, I have said before it is the one thing we will save and spend on. However readers may also know that our last holiday to Menorca was such a roaring…fail... That we feared we had stumbled upon the end of our holidaying career for the foreseeable…
Yet some three months after Menorca Gate we found ourselves with itchy feet booking a flight to sunnier climes. Because we are that stupid. After all getting up in the middle of the night to expect the two/one year old combo to sit quietly on a flight really is a great idea and what’s more we paid for the pleasure. I believe the term #winning would fit nicely eh.
In the interest of our sanity we only booked a week, two weeks in Menorca did after all feel like two years. We got off to a pretty successful start, we survived the flight, the two year old now had her own seat, which was a massive bonus. Neither were we lynched by the elder folk and beaten with walking sticks as we disembarked. We were however clearly not welcome on their flight and they did not look impressed as they saw our two little ones clamber on board. We did however ‘parent the shit’ out of the flight, for two hours thirty seven minutes the kids had our undivided attention. Reading, writing, stickers, colouring, singing, iPad, food, you name it they had it. We went to the toilet about 37 times and looked out the window just as much but they were happy and quiet.
By 12.30 we had arrived, got the keys and unpacked. Having learnt the hard way we opted to hire a private apartment. Menorca gate saw us in a hotel complex in a small two bedroom apartment. The boy had to sleep in the living room and was up at 6 everyday and no one had any space to move. We rented a large three bedroom apartment that has a huge double terrace which leads onto the garden and the swimming pool, which is conveniety protected by fencing. These digs made all the difference.
- It was on one level and on the ground floor, so I was not scared the babies would climb the stairs and plummet to their death hitting every stone step on the way down.
- The pool was gated, so I was not scared the babies would decide swimming solo was a good idea and drown and die.
- More importantly though, yes more important than avoiding the potential death situation above, there was space, the babies could roam free around the length and breadth of the apartment both inside and out, no one had cabin fever and no one (me) was at risk of hanging from the shower curtain in despair.
- Noise levels are not an issue. I’m quite sure our neighbours on our last holiday asked to move… Here there is hardly anyone around, but it is October. It does mean however if my two are noisy, which they are, no one hears them! Apart from me.
If I had one tip for travelling with young kids it would definetly be do your research and book a private villa, apartment, etc. It doesn’t have to cost the earth, you wouldn’t believe what we paid for this beautiful modern and massive apartment.
Thus far other highlights include, eating out yes you heard it here first we have eaten out with both babies successfully! You may need to redefine successful but if you count actually eating your food (it was salad so there was no risk of it getting cold before you are able to eat it) without babies screaming, trying to get down, run away or throwing food then it has been a success.
I fear Mr Tammy and I are at risk of developing a Cava dependency. With our expert eye we have managed to find a €3 bottle of Cava that is actually nice. Needless to say what occupies our fridge, and glasses every night. But hey happy mumma happy babies right?!
More importantly though, the babies are happy. Minus a little sick bug that resulted in curdled milk being projectile vomited all over myself curtesy of the girl. They are having a good time. They are smiling, laughing and enjoying the outdoors, the pool and the family time – and they’re not the only ones. A few days before we were due to leave we changed our flights, rebooked the apartment and flew nanny and grandad out for a week. So at this, the half way point, the holiday has been a success. Thank the Lord for that.
This time has given me the opportunity to think about a few things though. It has fuelled my fire to extend our kitchen/diner/lounge. The open plan living space that leads onto the garden has made such a difference to our holiday. Everyone can see everyone but yet be doing their own thing. It is sociable, bright and spacious and I think re creating this space in our own home will add so much to our quality of life and the time we spend as a family.
Secondly it has furthered a suspicion I have always harboured, the U.K. May not be the right place for me and our family. I know we are on holiday so it is of course different to ‘life’ but the difference in all of us is notable. Mr Tammy is happier without the stresses and strains of work vs life in the U.K . He works incredibly hard and very long hours, some days he is lucky to see his kids for 30 minutes before bed, (ha I’m not sure he would always say lucky). Here he has spent some proper time with them and they have loved it. The girl especially has developed a lovely bond with him over the last week and they are without doubt loving their daddy time. We all are, we have all spent our days as a family, doing things together and it has been a refreshing change of pace. Coupled with the warm weather, light nights and €3 cava it has left me feeling, warm, content and at peace, which has rubbed off on the babies, and that is a life I want for my children.