We left Almagro with our souvenir water colours safely packed away. We don’t buy souvenirs any more because inevitably we get them home and wonder why? Most impulse purchases get thrown away but we do still have the water colours.
My grandparents first went to Spain for a holiday in 1960 or thereabouts. They brought back exotic stories of exciting overseas adventures and suitcases full of unusual mementos, castanets, replica flamenco dancing girls, handsome matador dolls with flaming scarlet capes and velour covered bulls that decorated their living room and collected dust for the next twenty years or so.
This is their story…
Every Picture Tells a Story – Benidorm c1960
What is the worst souvenir that you have ever brought home?
Posted in Beaches, Europe, Hotels, Literature, Postcards, Spain, Travel
Tagged Benidorm, Flamenco, matador, Souvenirs, Tourism, Travel
People have always travelled to other parts of the world to see great buildings and works of art, to learn new languages, to experience new cultures, to enjoy different food and drink and if lucky, to get laid…
…In 2008 I flew to Athens and in the departure lounge queue behind us was a couple of girls and one announced to the other that ‘I only go on holiday for three things, to get drunk, get stoned and get laid’, I had to see who this person was and when I turned round she turned out to be so unattractive that I was tempted to say ‘Don’t build your hopes up, if I were you I would concentrate on the first two!’
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Posted in back packing, Europe, France, History, Italy, Travel, World Heritage
Tagged Backpacking, Grand Tour, Greek Island Hopping, Ryanair, Tourism, Travel