I’m afraid I have bumped up against the dreaded family vacation. I loathed them when I was part of a family, as a solo traveller it isn’t any better but for different reasons. I have been mulling and muttering for a few days now about why I am feeling so crowded by them… this while I am wandering around with my laptop, trying to find a wi-fi signal where they are not. That hasn’t worked out so well.
See, there are now 2 families who are friends, that means in this communal area there can be up to 7 people, plus the 3 that work here plus me, or yeah, and a whippet named Wooly(don’t ask). Even a big room can start feeling a tad too cozy, especially with 3 loud, indulged children. But there is something else at play as well. I mean they just take up so much room, literally and figuratively, the oxygen gets sucked up and the noise level reaches a feverish pitch, energy becomes frenetic and I go silently screaming into the night… gasping for air.
So, what I have come up with is this: families are a closed circle with the children in the middle and all the resources are poured into them. (generalization alert) So anyone on the outside of their unit is excluded. The parents generally don’t have the time or energy to spare for goodness sake. Now the exception is, of course, other families, especially if they are friends. The circle opens to include them as long as they hold the same basic parental attitudes. Bigger circle, bigger resources, bigger noise. Good for them, not so much for me.
Really this is only an issue because of the communal layout of this place. It would maybe come up if I was trapped on a boat with some. But seriously, seeing first hand all the endless negotiations, discussions, whining, indulging picky eaters… it is exhausting witnessing it. I can’t (and frankly don’t want to) imagine actually doing it day in and day out. By the time they decide what all of them want for breakfast – “who will eat what, should someone go up and ask him? Oh and what time should we eat? Ah, what time did she get up yesterday? blah blah blah” !!!!!!!!!!!!! Then as I am reeling down the path for a nap to recover, they started in on poor Maria about their excursion tomorrow. Bless her little heart, she just kept smiling and nodding till she looked like a pretty little Mexican bobble head.
The bottom line is there is nothing to be done about it and Goddess knows I do not want to be part of any negotiations with people who do it 24/7. I just have to suck it up and navigate around them best I can. And not let them come on any excursions with me, even if I have to pay a wack of money to go alone. Spending the day trapped on a boat with them would turn ugly before we left the harbor and since they outnumber me by a lot, I don’t think I could win that one. Then I would find myself dog paddling back to land.
Have any of you come up against family vacations? I’d love to hear your take on it and how you coped. Or do you think I am a cranky crone who should start worshiping at the altar of ‘The Family is All Important’ like 99% of the population of earth?