On family holidays, we have always stayed in nice places. Often large villas, sometimes hotels.
And I must admit, I do like staying in nice places. I mean, I really like staying in nice places. But it wasn’t until I went to Greece with a group of girl friends that I realised that accommodation simply isn’t the most important thing. Good trips aren’t dependent on where you stay. What matters is where you go and who you go with.
At the end of July 2011, at about 10pm one evening, six friends and I boarded a flight from Heathrow to Athens. I think we landed in Athens at about 4am. We gathered our luggage and searched for a bus that would take us to the port.