For me a great holiday means a chance to get away from the noise and ruckus, and spend some quality time with the family. Somehow no matter how hard you try planning the perfect family vacation, turns out to be a bit more challenging than expected. I always have this image in my head of Clark Griswald trying to get to “Wallyworld”. The whole goal here is to not return home more stressed than before I started off. And generally when there is a challenge involved; I tended to go fishing instead of doing what I should be doing, and that is planning out our family holidays.
Well something’s in life just have to be done and with my wife persistence, I plodded my way through the planning. My previous visit to the Canary Islands had been a success and I decided to choose an island that I had not visited before for our holiday. With a little research on the activities in the area, I soon decided that Tenerife seemed to be our best bet. It is one of the most populated islands of Spain. And it just sounded like the perfect place to take the family, and being an Island I can’t go wrong as there is always a fishing tour. So I jumped at the chance and made the bookings and reservations. My wife was ecstatic, and her description to the kids painted a beautiful picture of an awesome time with a ton of enjoyable activities. By the time the vacation had arrived, we were all quite excited. The first few days were spent running after the kids and building sand castles. I can’t help admit that it was fun. I had been spending very little time with them. It was the family bonding time that we needed. My wife and I spent hours teaching the kids to snorkel. I think I should rephrase that! I spent hours teaching them to snorkel and my wife spent the time enjoying the underwater scenery herself. It’s a wonderful feeling to have your children trust in you completely. The kids enjoyed the Segway tour of the island too. We even got a chance to indulge in the cultural heritage. It was a learning experience for all of us but more so for the kids.
One of our walks led us to stumble across a shop selling fishing gear. I couldn’t resist the temptation and I dragged my family in. The gear was pretty neat. I spent some time admiring the rods and the lines before I realized that my wife had her hands full. The kids had gone berserk. They were running around and pretending that they were catching fish. That’s when I had a brainwave. I did not know whether I was going to regret it or not, but I thought I would give it a shot. It was time to introduce the kids to my favorite hobby.It took a while to convince my wife that the kids were old enough to learn fishing. And of course the kids needed no convincing. They were ecstatic! My wife finally gave in to our pleading. With a whoop of joy we rushed to book our seats on the next fishing tour. The rest is history. The kids had fun. I had my hands full but we all had a smile plastered across our faces for the whole time. After all which dad doesn’t want his kids to join him fishing? I somehow have the feeling that my fishing trips are going to become more of a family adventure. There goes my solitary time!