It’s hardly surprising that our holidaying styles are shaped by our parents and by our early holiday experiences. Someone used to adventurous, seat-of-the-parachute-pants travel since childhood is unlikely to be happy on a package tour to Kavos with their uni friends. The people we have the most in common with are the ones who shaped our tastes in the first place.
As for the parents, they think it’s marvellous: you can have experiences together that would have been impossible with younger children in tow, all rounded off by a chilled glass of Picpoul or a Mojito. This year my family went on a ten-hour train ride through Sri Lanka. We were in the “Observation Saloon”, a delightfully old-fashioned carriage with seats that faced backwards, towards the huge window that formed the rear of the train. We spent the day watching the Sri Lankan countryside recede with dumbstruck smiles on our faces.
So what are my tips for a successful adult family holiday? Firstly, don’t make it too long: we reckon 10 days is our limit. Secondly, get everyone involved with the itinerary. Nothing transforms a young adult back into a sulky teen faster than being dragged around cultural sites that don’t interest them. Thirdly, remember your headphones. There will be times, particularly on long drives, when checking out of reality is, paradoxically, the only way to keep your sanity.
And lastly, don’t try too hard to fight the regression. For the harassed millennial still reeling from the demands of adulthood, a bit of childishness can be extremely welcome. For parents edging towards retirement, some silliness can be pretty welcome too. When we’re on holiday as a family, we don’t have to be serious, or impressive, or even competent. Just like when we were young, my sister and I tease each other mercilessly. My parents join in. The difference is, now that we’re grown-ups, it makes us laugh instead of cry.