MY TRAVEL PAST

Considering how much I love to travel and the fact that I also have this travel blog, it’s surprising how little travelling I’ve actually done. It’s only recently that I’ve upped my game but it’s still not quite at the level I’d like it to be. Hopefully over time, I will have more money and free time to travel but I thought for now, I’d provide you with a little insight into my travel past.

My first trip abroad was when I was 2 years old and my parents took me to Malta. Being in the terrible twos, I was a little terror and although I can’t actually remember the holiday, I’ve heard countless stories of how naughty I was including smashing my dad’s engagement watch on the floor in a huff and storming off down the corridor with my rubber ring under my arm. I also know it rained a lot while we were there. 


Safe to say, my parents first experience of a family holiday wasn’t the best and that’s probably why, when my brother’s came along, we never took another holiday abroad. A combination of not wanting to travel with young children, increased costs of a growing family and also eventually, my dad studying to become a nurse resulted in our family holiday’s staying closer to home.  We instead had little British seaside holidays, caravan stays and camping trips. The fact that we never left the country did not affect us in any way. We still always had incredible holidays and were just as excited to go and stay in a caravan for a week as our friends were to go to Spain. We spent a lot of time in the outdoors exploring woods, beaches, lakes, you name it and we all absolutely loved it. These little holidays along with a lot of day trips during the Summer holidays allowed us to see and enjoy a lot of England and a few other parts of the UK from a young age. The main point of our holidays was to enjoy time as a family and we got that. If we went abroad, we probably wouldn’t have appreciated the destination when we were younger so it probably would’ve been a waste of money anyway. 


However, I did actually have two other trips abroad as I was growing up. One with my family and one with my drama group, both to Disneyland Paris. Now to be fair, Disneyland isn’t exactly what you would classify as travelling but we did leave the country. My first visit was when I was 7 years old and my godmother paid for our family to go with her and her husband as they didn’t have kids at the time. It rained the entire time. My second visit was when I was 10 years and I went with my drama group. It rained the entire time. On the second trip, our hotel was actually in Paris and one day, on the way back from Disneyland, the guide asked if we would like a sightseeing tour around the city. My entire drama group immediately said yes and got excited as this wasn’t on our schedule. However, aside from my drama group, there was one random family of three at the back of the coach who said they didn’t want to do it. The guide said it was an everyone or not at all situation so because of them, we didn’t get our Paris tour. I remember being incredibly disappointed as I really wanted to see the Eiffel Tower and that is my first memory of really wanting to experience a place.


From the age of 15, I developed a love affair with London, one which is still going strong to this day but not quite as intense. I would go to London at least once a month to see a show, see the city and also see friends who I had made whilst going there. London was the excitement of my teenage years and without it, I would probably have had an incredibly boring teenage experience as not much was going on back home. When I was 18, I moved to university just outside of London so that I was close by and I lived there for 3 years. Considering how close I was, I spent a lot less time in London when I lived 20 minutes away than I did when I lived 6 hours away.


During university, when I was 18, I agreed to go with my friend to Disneyland Paris, yet again, as long as I could go to Paris. Well, that was a failed trip but you can read all about that here instead. I also had a holiday in Salou too but that wasn’t really anything to write home about.


The rest of my story, if you’ve read through this blog, you’ll already know. I moved back home for a year and half and had a trip to Florida (again, unfortunately mainly for Walt Disney World) before becoming a holiday rep doing my training in Mallorca and my first season in Mallorca and Tenerife. I spent Winter exploring the UK including Liverpool, Edinburgh and more of London plus I had a trip to Berlin aswell. I’ve spent this season back in Tenerife and am hoping that once this season is over in a few weeks time, I will get to explore a bit more of the world over Winter and have a brand new destination to work in next Summer.

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