You may, or may not, know that we are currently on our hols in the Spainish district of Murcia. One of the things we like about Murcia is it’s location, it is essentially one road north and one road south and the rest of the country is your oyster. So we decided to make the most of it and load the car and travel the hour and half up the road to Benidorm. Yes you read that right, Benidorm. No I don’t know what we were thinking either. Mr Tammy has never been and wanted to see what all the hype was about, and also it was a holiday on a holiday so why not eh?
I have been to Benidorm before, in my youth, when I looked like this… yes my age definitely ended in ‘teen’. No I didn’t know better.
In all fairness it was one of the best holidays, like ever but, well, it was a very much nocturnal holiday. In fact when we were just there a lot of it didn’t look all that familiar, but then I guess it wouldn’t, if all you have seen is poolside and night clubs. We did stroll round some of the busy night life areas which brought back many a scary memory, that I think best not to divulge.
So suffice to say this trip was different. Oh so different. I travelled complete with my step daughter, my own 2 year old daughter and my 1 year old son #livingthedream. We did some research on our hotel, we always do, but we thought it pretty important – if my previous Benidorm abodes are anything to go by. The research was worth it. We stayed at the Hotel Villa Del Mar, which isn’t overly pleasuring on the eye, from the outside. Inside is a different story. It was very well maintained and decorated to a high and modern standard. Also anywhere that gives you a glass of cava on arrival is winning in my book. We opted for the three bed presidential suite. Granted we only opted for this because we have so many kids. The teen wanted her own room, and we didn’t want the toddlers in our room – for once. So everyone had their own room, well almost, we may have put a cot in one of the bathrooms but ssshh, he’ll never know. The room(s) itself was massive, like really massive and the toddlers had plenty of room to run around. We also had a view to die for and a jacuzzi bath overlooking the beach. Oh and a soft play, an actual soft play in the hotel. Heaven or hell you decide.
The hotel only really does all inclusive. I’m not normally keen on the all in – save for the drinks, but it was alright actually. The food was fine, breakfast was pretty impressive and the drinks weren’t lighter fuel spirits but branded spirits and mixers so were away. Especially when on the rooftop bar. We did have to bribe the teen with €20 to take her brother for a walk so we could enjoy a sneaky G&T on the roof with just one small person to entertain. Oh what we do for 20 minutes peace eh.
During our sTay, we took a stroll around to soak up the sights. Strolling along the promenade adajacent to the beach we came across Mr Motivator motivating the masses, doing their workout, quickly followed by the Spainish mafia, well former mafia, sitting having a Tuesday morning chat on a wall listening to some local street music, walking sticks in hand. We strolled through the busy, insanely busy, old streets selling all sorts of plastic crap until we stumbled upon ‘the new town’. It was perhaps new, in the 90s, or er, 80s anyway. It was …delightful. Ok no it wasn’t. Perhaps I am viewing it differently because of the company I kept, although I doubt it. We were talking to a group of people who had come to the new town because they didn’t like the old town as ‘it was full of Spainish people’. We moved on.
We then indulged in my youth and strolled around some of the popular night life spots before returning for an afternoon on the beach. This was probably a highlight. Everyone had fun, running from the incoming waves, the park, the running around, the falling in the sea – it was pretty priceless actually, especially for children of the Midlands.
We returned from the beach to plonk the kids in the bath and have a bite to eat. The kids were exhausted and dinner was zero fun, standard. They had an early night and Mr Tammy and I retired to the bar to enjoy the all inclusive whilst big sis babysat.
Despite everyone’s exhaustion and the over sized room, no one slept thanks to a poorly coughing boy and we were up early and on the road back to Murcia after an eye opening 48 hours in what was a very sunny Benidorm. We did all have a nice time and it proved to be a lovely way to break up the fortnight on the Mar Menor. Would I return? No. Ok a little quick to answer but our two days served their purpose, a change of scenery and a bit of exploration. We have explored now and whilst we had a good time I consider it to be explored, with no more stones to overturn.
I think those Essex folk were onto something, the only way is Marbs – not that I’ve been…maybe next time. Stay tuned.