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Viva Espana – Holiday 2014

In a time long, long ago before children we’d go on foreign holidays. We’d do now unheard of things like sit on a beach reading a book, just relaxing; seeing the local cultural sights or spending our evenings wining and dining in lovely local bars and restaurants (not a plate of sausage and chips in sight, thankfully). As the English winter sets in and our bones start to chill, we’ve started to think about holidays for next year.

We’ve decided that we need some guaranteed sunshine, some decent beach access and something a little bit cultural not too far away. Above all it needs to be family friendly as we’re, you know, a family now. We’ve pretty much decided on the Costa Brava which seems to tick all of the boxes, as well as being only a couple of hours on a plane away.

I’ve always wanted to visit Barcelona with its amazing sounding Cava bars. A whole bar dedicated to Cava! Heaven! Tapas are a firm favourite in our house with Hodge wanting to get his chops round some Iberico ham or chorizo. Young Splodge loves croquettas of all varieties and I’m rather partial to a pincho.



Whilst upscale Tapas in a cool city bar sounds perfect, what we really love to eat on holidays is what the locals eat. Hearty stews bursting with fresh Mediterranean flavours; cheeky little local delicacies; and what Spain is most famous for, paella. We love paella, it’s just delicious and remarkably toddler friendly. What could be better than a plate of fresh seafood paella washed down with a bottle of Tempranillo in the sunshine? Beats soggy fish and chips in Bridlington any day!

We’ve got our eye on staying in a swanky looking holiday park. It’s pretty high-end in terms of facilities and accommodation but a bit more budget, which pleases Hodge. It’s kind of Champagne tastes on a Cava budget (see what I did there). I really like the look of this one, pretty surroundings, great pools, beach access, lots for the kids to do and some bars and restaurants on site.

So fingers crossed I can persuade Hodge to dust down his passport, or we’re in for a few portions of soggy chips in Bridlington after all!

Note: There is NOTHING wrong with Bridlington, it’s just not Barcelona!

Disclaimer – I was very kindly sent a hamper of lovely Spanish foodie goodies for writing this post.