French trip: part one
So much to write, so much to say, too much to say right now, this minute. I've just come back from a two week mobile-home/caravan holiday in France with my parents and my 13 year old brother, and i had a lovely time despite all my reservations. I don't want to trivialise my account of my holiday, so I think I may serialise it over a number of posts.
I started off the holiday with a eurostar journey to eurodisney, which was luxuriously pleasant, not having to faff around with going to overrated airports with their check-in madness. and it was only from waterloo as well, so i didn't need to take some god awful back breaking hike to some god forsaken place on the outskirts of london (ie heathrow). so it was cool, the only drawback is that the whole experience relieved me of £95, but hey, the advantages of old age is that you can afford to splash out a little bit on little treats!
Eurodisney wasn't terribly exciting though, i must say. The weather was crap as well, it rained really proper, bucket drenching rain on the day I arrived, the following day when me and my brother actually went into the theme park, and the day after, when we left, and the day after that. It wasn't a complete wash out though, the days were interspersed with sunny intervals. I honestly cannot remember the last time I went to Eurodisney, but I thought it was absolutely ages ago. and yet when I went this time it seemed like nothing had changed, and me and my brother were just wandering around wondering what we could do next. my brother at 13 seems to have outgrown it as well, which made it all seem doubly poignant, sort of like cutting the last ties with my childhood.
I shall continue my whimsical reminiscencing later as Friends (so no one told you life was going to be this way dahn dada dada) is going to be on soon, and I still have to try and get some spinach from safeway.
So much to write, so much to say, too much to say right now, this minute. I've just come back from a two week mobile-home/caravan holiday in France with my parents and my 13 year old brother, and i had a lovely time despite all my reservations. I don't want to trivialise my account of my holiday, so I think I may serialise it over a number of posts.
I started off the holiday with a eurostar journey to eurodisney, which was luxuriously pleasant, not having to faff around with going to overrated airports with their check-in madness. and it was only from waterloo as well, so i didn't need to take some god awful back breaking hike to some god forsaken place on the outskirts of london (ie heathrow). so it was cool, the only drawback is that the whole experience relieved me of £95, but hey, the advantages of old age is that you can afford to splash out a little bit on little treats!
Eurodisney wasn't terribly exciting though, i must say. The weather was crap as well, it rained really proper, bucket drenching rain on the day I arrived, the following day when me and my brother actually went into the theme park, and the day after, when we left, and the day after that. It wasn't a complete wash out though, the days were interspersed with sunny intervals. I honestly cannot remember the last time I went to Eurodisney, but I thought it was absolutely ages ago. and yet when I went this time it seemed like nothing had changed, and me and my brother were just wandering around wondering what we could do next. my brother at 13 seems to have outgrown it as well, which made it all seem doubly poignant, sort of like cutting the last ties with my childhood.
I shall continue my whimsical reminiscencing later as Friends (so no one told you life was going to be this way dahn dada dada) is going to be on soon, and I still have to try and get some spinach from safeway.
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