What do you remember from the vacations of your childhood?
My parents and I went on long camping trips in Europe. We travelled with a caravan behind our car for at least 2.5 weeks. The first trips were to Germany, followed by Austria, Switzerland, Italy, France, and Croatia.
Because we basically took our own ‘house’, the caravan, I could pack anything I wanted. I remember packing all Harry Potter books.
We wouldn’t even make any bookings before leaving home. We had a general direction and once we’d arrived at the lake or ocean of choice, we’d find an available spot at a nice looking camping ground.
I was extremely lazy on holidays. All I wanted to do was … nothing! Meaning, I just wanted to play around, swim all day, and read. That was a little too boring for my parents though. So we came to the agreement that we’d do one kid’s day followed by one parent’s day and so on.
On the parent’s day we would do some actual sightseeing. I hated walking and would complain a lot. Some ice cream would put me at ease though.
Sometimes I made friends with other kids at the camping ground and wouldn’t be seen for hours as we went to explore the area. Simple, fun times.
Those camping trips were our only vacation in the year meaning I didn’t actually got to go on a flight until I was 18 and had moved out from my parents place.