The Hero(ine) Returns

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Well, you may now assemble the welcome committee, as I have returned from my holiday! Please don’t go to any trouble. A steel band would be a trifle excessive, although a trumpet fanfare might be nice. Seriously, we had a fantastic time. It was strange to go away as a family again. Our “kids” are in their mid-30s and both without partners at the moment, so it seemed a good opportunity. It worked out well, with only minor fights. The weather was too hot for us wimpy Brits to do as much sightseeing as we’d have liked, but the villa had a fantastic pool, and two good restaurants were well within distance for an evening walk. The heat really was, er, hot, though! For a couple of days, it was 38 degrees Celsius, which was higher than we experienced in Barbados last year. Very different heat, though! In Barbados, no clothes ever dried, and we arrived home with everything smelling and feeling slightly damp. In Cyprus, clothes dried in less than an hour. The washing machine in the villa really came into its own, and I soon found out that I’d over-packed to an even greater extent than usual. On the flight to Paphos, I reckon I was the only passenger struggling to come to grips with Modern Greek grammar. As everyone pointed out beforehand, I really needn’t have bothered. I don’t think we encountered anyone who couldn’t speak some English. However, it’s challenged me – I think I shall try to learn more before we go back again. And we shall certainly go back, I think, if only to explore the other end of the island. All in all, a good holiday, although somewhat marred by the chaos at Paphos airport on the way back. If I were not completely, head-over-heels in love with Barbados, I’d say it was one of the best holidays I’ve ever had. What is your best-ever holiday location?