Can I tell you a story?
This story is a true story, one filled with fun (I remember what that was like) and dancing until the smiles of our toes parted to reveal the sand beneath them. Our very first non-home holiday, I know that sounds silly, every holiday is a non-home holiday right? WRONG! When you have two places you call home (for us that's Barbados and England) a non-home holiday is when we aren't in one of those two places.
I listened to the recommendation of a friend and booked the teen and I (before she was a teen and before the prince was born) in for a week long holiday in a fishing village in Costa Brava, Calella. Barring the one day spent on the beach and a day at a medieval castle, we would get up early each morning and jump on the train to the beautiful city of Barcelona.
We fell in love with that city, the arts, architecture, street markets, people and culture had us wishing we had booked a hotel right in the centre of all the hustle and bustle.
It was an adventure for us both, neither myself or my daughter are the type to spend all day long sitting at pool side, we live for adventure.
We visited the Barcelona Museum of Contemporary Art, La Rambla, Sagrada Familia, Barcelona Zoo and L'Aquarium Barcelona. As well as this, we walked around the city taking in all the sights and sounds; from the street performers, to the children heading excitedly to visit Camp Nou, had we had the liberty not to return to our fishing village hotel, we certainly would have taken it.
We didn't take much pictures that holiday because we spent so much time enjoying each others company and the many sights through our very own eyes, and there is nothing more magical than that.