Today I finally booked a holiday. It’s been two years since my last holiday, and a further two years since the one before that. That’s one holiday in four years. After months of my girlfriend nagging that we should go away somewhere in the summer, and despite being a ridiculously poor student (£-1000 overdraft, ouch)… I’ve just booked a 10 day break in Barcelona. And I’m giddy like a school kid even though the holiday isn’t for another 6 months.
The last holiday I went on was a seedy, classless “lads” holiday to Magaluf. Me and three other lads spent a week in a god awful hotel and spent pretty much the whole time there trying to get as drunk as possible. Not that that is a bad thing, what else would we go to Magaluf for other than sun, beer and women? There was no culture or tourist value to that holiday at all - it was a glorified 7 day drinking binge, and an expensive one at that. The place was pretty dirty and during the day we found ourselves pretty bored. Needless to say I didn’t really fancy it again, and my girlfriend has a way of nagging me until she gets what she wants.
Perhaps what has really filled me with excitement is the hotel I booked. A four-star hotel on the suburbs of Barcelona, but still a short walk from the beach and a 15 min metro ride from anywhere we want to be (and the nearest metro stop is a few minutes walk). The hotel’s decor looks modern and stylish, which led me to think it would cost an arm and a leg but its only 50 quid a night for the pair of us… which is cheaper than most places throughout the whole of Barce… 2-3 stars included. Believe me when I say its a far cry from the tacky, prison-layout that I stayed in at Magaluf… I’ve read nothing but good reviews about this hotel, the Vincci Maritimo…










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