Hotel Playa Park

It’s getting harder and harder to write new blog entries what with the new rugrat and all, but I must be strong. The people want to know.

Last week Emily celebrated her One Month birthday! It was kinda awkward when all her friends showed up at the door (we didn’t know any of them!) and Emily asked us if we wouldn’t mind leaving the house for a few hours. And then she asked for the keys to the car! I knew we should have been a little more strict with her when she was two weeks old.


Eye Contact (sorta)

To celebrate the big day, the ladies and I traveled down the coast to the bustling tourist town of Salou where Jan’s parents and sister were staying for the week. We left on Friday morning – just two days after Barcelona’s first “Pants Day” of the year (or “Trouser Day” for you Brits). Yes, the summer had ended and Fall had fallen. And then, as if we had traveled to some foreign exotic land, we were greeted in Salou by some of the hottest and most beautiful weather we had seen all summer!


Mum & Granddad

We sprang for a room at the same hotel where Jan’s family was staying (but in a different room strategically located on a different floor). Highlights of our stay at the Hotel Playa Park?

  • swimming pool with a bridge
  • just a two minute walk to a remote cove of a beach carved out of the side of a mountain
  • gargantuan dinner smorgasbord
  • night 1 entertainment: Casio Man playing all of last year’s hits!
  • night 2 entertainment: Polynesian dancers!
  • eavesdropping on the plethora of insane British tourists
  • proudly fielding questions about Emily from everyone we met
  • not having to cook or clean for three days
  • spending quality time with mum & dad

Monday Night Football

7 thoughts on “Hotel Playa Park

  1. come on – where’s the photos of Emily watching football with a beer propped in her hand and a remote control in the other?

  2. @Sarah – If anyone calls me while I’m at home with Emily, 9 times out of 10 I’m in no position to go look for the phone. So either I have it by my side at all times or I’m forced to helplessly listen to it ring in the distance. Well observed though!

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