A minibus wasn’t what I’d thought I’d be riding in on the way to the hotel. Nevertheless, like a child, I was fascinated looking through the window, being driven on the ‘wrong’ side of the road was slightly disorientating, but I still admired the well-kept grass, flowers, trees and such that was all around.
I couldn’t really tell how long the journey took. My mind would tell me about 10 minutes, but it was probably longer. The drive from the hotel entrance to the front doors was about 2 minutes long in itself. I’d have to say that it already looked beautiful, and we hadn’t even got in yet. I tucked my iPod back into my bag, remembering I still had it in my hand from when we left the airport, forgetting to actually listen to it.
I felt like some sort of princess getting out of the minibus, when the driver made a little bow and took my hand as I did a little jump, missing the two little steps it took to the floor. Then we both laughed as I walked round to the back to get the suitcases.
Two bellhops came from the double doors, gesturing for me to let the suitcase go, and then he took it and followed us all into the lobby.
It was huge, and shiny. Those were the best two words I could use to describe it. Although I probably had better vocabulary in my mental dictionary, they were simple enough to express my first impressions. There was even a glass elevator, which we rode up to our rooms. Myself and James, my younger brother, could only stare out in awe as we were raised up to the top level.
We didn’t spend too long messing around in the rooms, and were soon back downstairs in swimming costumes by the pool outside. I noticed no good-looking guys at all, not one. I was slightly relieved. My ex boyfriend and I were ‘on a break’, for the thousandth time. God knows what was going on with us anymore. Maybe I’d gain half a mind on the break and try and sort something out.
Sat at the side of the pool with my lower legs in the water, I finished tying my golden brown hair up in two plaits that fell almost to my elbows, and slid myself in slowly. James was already splashing his way down the water slides opposite me, so to save myself from walking up the stairs every 2 minutes joining him, I swam under the bridge into the larger pool area.
I decided, whilst Mum and Dad were watching over James, I’d have a look at the rest of the place, behind, what looked like, a pool bar. Walking down the path beside it, a grassy area only a little too small to call a field was on my right hand side. One of the entertainment staff was standing with a group of people, throwing something pointy with feathers on the end, at balloons. Being reasonably smart, I figured the idea was to pop them, but that wasn’t rocket science to realise.
I carried on down the path, and underneath the bar was a restaurant. Opposite was another grassy area, and some chairs sat on a sheltered spot, with another small bar. This was right beside the beach, with plenty of umbrellas and sun beds. I started to walk towards the sea, but the hot sand practically scalded my feet after taking off my flip flops to avoid kicking up sand everywhere.
I ran back to the little wooden platform paths that weaved in between the beds, and sat down for a little.
Eventually, as the sun had dried me off within a few minutes, the heat was starting to get to me a little. Slipping my shoes back on, I walked up back up the path, and back up to our own seats.
If every day was like this, I thought to myself, this is going to be a very lonely holiday.
I wasn’t one to go up and talk to people. I always let people come to me. If they wanted to talk to me, that’s exactly what they’d come and do. If not, then, they wouldn’t. I knew I was nothing special, not exactly gorgeous – I had a history of a lack of admirers. I had a bad feeling that I wouldn’t make many holiday friends here.