That All-Inclusive Arrival High. You can’t beat it.
I went on my first All-Inclusive Holiday in 2001 and have not been a single year without one. True I camp at festivals and do BandB in the lakes and enjoy them too; but nothing, nothing compares with the All-Inclusive Arrival. Hardly surprising when we think about what we put ourselves through before we get there.
Those Pre-Departure Butterflies
There’s always a slight edginess between booking my holiday and departure. When I was a kiddy Mum and dad would book a trip we’d see a picture in a brochure and dream.
The age of the internet means w e can spend huge chunks of time second guessing ourselves as we read and re-read reviews, ratings and links from a whole host of websites and on-line agencies. The opportunities to doubt yourself and put a dampener on your departure are infinite, resist them.
Even surfing the net looking for reasons to question your choice, there’s still that nagging question, how great will it be?
That post Flight pre arrival fatigue.
An early get up, or a sleepless night in a hotel room, a bumpy flight and coach transfer through the midday heat. Funny isn’t it how the highlight of our family year begins in such inauspicious circumstances…. And we pay for the privilege.
Our arrival at our All-Inclusive Holiday destination probably sees us at a low –ebb, ever arrived, queued up to check –in and ever wondered if it is gong to be worth it?
Oh, but it is..
Only the start of an All-Inclusive Holiday makes it all feel worth it
That first saunter down to the pool
That first moment when the kids clear off and you and your partner
That first stroll down the beach arm in arm
And that first drink brought to you by a smiling waitress as you sit down to your first meal
No costs, no worries no responsibilities, No nothing but nothing can bat that first few hours at an All-inclusive Holiday resort.