Yes, it is all over. The holiday that was seven years in the making finished this morning when the plane touched down in Luton. Getting off onto the tarmac and feeling the cold snap of the air against my skin was certainly a shock to the system (the temperature in Moraira was 30+ every day) and I even had to put a jacket on. However, my holiday blues have been slightly relieved today as I’ve been out enjoying the sun that is rarely seen in England. The 10 days were absolutely brilliant and provided a much-needed break for my whole family. The only complaint I have is that it simply wasn’t long enough but all good things must come to an end.
Apart from tanning myself silly (I could be a cast member in TOWIE), I have lots of exciting and often hilarious stories to tell, which I will publish in the coming weeks. I have a list as long as my arm of ideas for future blog posts so I definitely won’t be running out of ideas anytime soon. I also took an array of pictures to bore people with. The one below is just the beginning but I feel it captures the paradise that we entered on the 30th June and unfortunately had to leave yesterday. As you can see, the weather was gorgeous and the view was sublime.
I won’t go into too much detail now because I’m tired and need to go to bed ahead of the Wireless Festival. Wheelchair Boy and Little Brother (we’ve had T-Shirts made) will be at the Olympic Park tomorrow and Saturday so no blog until Monday. Who knows, I might write about my experiences seems as this will be my first ever festival. I just hope the weatherman is right so it feels like we’re still in Spain.
Adiós por ahora!