Question of the day.

When was the last time you went on a family holiday? Was it good? Bad? Ugly?

My answer:

We don’t go on holidays that very often. The last proper family holiday we had, I mean a really long and faraway one, was the trip to Stockholm a few years ago and that was terrific albeit exhausting. If you can call something much smaller a family holiday as well, I’d say that my last one was last July. We went to Masuria – me and my parents –
quite spontaneously, it was my Dad’s idea. Due to many things, including poor planning and that my Dad is a really bad travel companion, and my Mum and me feel just as well, if not better, at home, this trip was ultra short and most of it was spent in the car, going back and forth, and then Dad looking around for a battery for his camera, which he never used in the end. πŸ˜€ He was also super irritable and irritating all that time. Oh well! I don’t feel the need to go for a holiday every year, I don’t think I lack anything particularly much where I am, and those things I do feel lack of in my life, I won’t suddenly get just because of the change of location most likely.

You? πŸ™‚

6 thoughts on “Question of the day.”

  1. My last ‘family’ trip/get together was in the Summer of 2018. I had a great time personally, but my family does not, as a rule, get along very well. I traveled to Coeur d’ Lene, Idaho via Montana and Glacier National Park. The beauty and peace of Glacier will stay with me for the rest of my life. Such magnificent scenery. After the fact I heard that other members who attended that reunion were disappointed, angry, bored and a plethora of other emotions. We had plans to go to another family reunion this past March, but obviously the virus quashed that idea. The guest of honor was 99 years old (her birthday was the reason to gather together) and nobody wanted to even possibly infect her. I’m not fond of traveling (I like arriving at the destination and seeing my kin (within reason and for a limited time), so holidays like that are a burden. If I were wealthy and could fly (first class) everywhere, it might be different. I’m not wealthy and it’s too expensive to fly first class (not allowed right now anyway. I’m in a ‘high risk’ group and I doubt they’d let me on a plane)… so there you go. A long comment. Sorry ’bout that! πŸ™‚

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    1. Long comments are the best, in my opinion, anyway. πŸ™‚
      Your trip sounds really lovely indeed, although it’s a pity that your family have such a trouble getting along, it can have such a bad impact on the atmosphere in general.

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  2. I vaguely recall you mentioning the trip at the time! Wow, that would mean my memory’s better than I feared! πŸ˜€

    The last family vacay that I recall was in summer, 2003. It was me, my mom, my sister, and my sister’s then-best friend. (In other words, it was a total recipe for disaster.) Prior to going, I begged and pleaded with my employers to give me the week off. They bent over backward to arrange it.

    So, over the weekend, we drove south twelve hours to a beach house in Florida owned by a friend of my mom’s. We had the place to ourselves. I don’t remember exactly what went wrong, but my mom and my sister entered into a cold war. Then my mom got mad at me, thinking I was siding with my sister. And we couldn’t watch movies, because the VCR was broken.

    Then, Mother threw a fit because we were driving to the beach, and she suddenly feared she hadn’t locked up her friend’s house. “Oh no, oh no,” she wailed. “Thieves will break in and trash the place. Our lives will be ruined.”

    “At least it won’t matter if they steal the broken VCR,” I quipped. My sister and her friend burst into laughter, and my mom blushed.

    Things went downhill from there. We wound up driving home on Tuesday, which made the trip such an epic fail that there aren’t words for it. The drive home was twleve hours (in one day) of total silence, pouting, victimization, and pathos. It was torture.

    And then, once I got home, I had to spend the rest of the week hiding from my coworkers (the reading center was right up the street) so they wouldn’t see me in town and draw the wrong conclusion about why I’d begged to have off for the week.

    Fun question!

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