As you’ve probably guessed from previous posts we’re not that good at relaxing on holiday, always conscious there’s million things to see and do. And a thousand restaurants to try.
Last year my sister Fiona (finally) got married. Renowned for being good in the heat (…!) Simon and Fiona asked everyone to join them in Cyprus for their wedding. In August. In school holidays. In August. In Cyprus.
We avoid school holidays like the plague, largely due to the inflated prices, partly because of the children but you can’t really miss your sister’s wedding because you don’t like screaming kids. Oh and hers aren’t so bad I suppose. (Just FYI I love and adore them).
Despite all this, I honestly was really excited. Fiona’s protests of ‘it’s not a proper wedding’ were largely, and rightfully, ignored by everyone involved and it was a wonderful day. They got married at Vasilias Nikoklis Inn, about half an hour away from Paphos. Surrounded by their closest family and friends, they got married outside and we ate under the vines. Cypriot dancing got everyone up on their feet and the DJ even managed some of my Dad’s music choices.
The prices and hotel options were not as outrageous as I’d imagined and we stayed at the Azia Hotel and Spa, just outside Paphos for a week for around £2400 for two people, all-inclusive and including flights from Gatwick. We booked through Thomas Cook and the hotel was lovely. We made great use of the adult only area and pool, ignoring pleasantries (cries of help) from the bride and groom and their two small children, I mean who are we to break the rules? The buffet food was good and the two signature restaurant meals it included were excellent. We avoided the entertainment so I couldn’t give an opinion on that…
Normally our holidays involve a fair bit of exploring. Culture vultures we’re not but we’ll always try and head off the beaten path a little or at least try and cram in as much as possible. However, on this holiday we quite happily turned into ‘ooh there’s a swim up bar’ and ‘first in the queue for lunch’ and ‘what time do we need to get up to get a sun lounger’ people and I’m not even sorry. Not one bit.
You see, the term ‘self-care’ is bandied around quite a lot these days but it’s true, taking some time out from our busy work schedules is something we overlook at times but this holiday gave us the perfect excuse to enjoy the sun, the all-inclusive drinks and the pool. It was nice to have breakfast with Ollie, my sister, Simon and my amazing nephews, who we don’t get to see very often, play with the boys in the pool and drink prosecco from lunchtime because why the hell not? I won’t lie, we probably won’t do it again for a while but it was heaven while it lasted.