A few weeks ago, with Ryan’s birthday fast approaching and a grey cloud hanging over England that arrived sometime in September and has stayed with us constantly since then – save for a few days here and there – we were eyeing holidays that would take us somewhere (anywhere) with a bit of sunshine and sand.
At first we had our hearts set on Greece. Any island would do, preferably something within a cartwheel of a beach. We searched and searched, but most last-minute accommodation avenues led us to reviews sprinkled with hyperbolic warnings to BEWARE.
“I found a cockroach the size of NEBRASKA under my pillow.”
“The owners basically spat on us upon arrival. And then screamed at us when we pleaded for clean towels.”
Things like that.
We’re pretty good at ignoring reviews that were clearly written by crazy people, but the whole thing made me wary. Greece would have to wait until we had more time to plan and weren’t choosing between “a pit of dispair disguised as a hotel” and “literally, the worst place on Earth.”
I excused myself from the decision making process and gave Ryan instructions to choose anywhere, seeing as we were going to celebrate his birthday, and I’d be happy with it.
And that’s how we landed on Spain, Alcudia in particular. I knew next to nothing about our destination until we were practically on the plane as the buildup to going away was soul-crushingly hectic and stressful (hence, the lack of blogging, absence of brushed hair, and the gain of no less than 9lbs of stress eating weight). I knew we were headed for a week of sun and relaxation and that we were booked into an all-inclusive package that took care of every last thing that I would normally be stressing about when sorting out a holiday: flights, transports, food, accommodation – booked. Nothing to do but get my butt to the airport and have a good time.
We got to our hotel the middle of the night, woke up early-ish the next morning, and started our adventure. We checked out our view, checked out the beach, checked out a killer sunset, and I checked out of reality and let myself get engrossed in my book.
Admittedly, it took us both a few days to adjust and actually feel like we were truly escaped from the pressures of real life. We got there, eventually, but more on that later.
For now, click through for some photos!