In the beginning - The BFAH
- ESWIL
- Jun 13, 2016
- 2 min read
There are 2 things that my gorgeous hubby holds most dear; his family, and live music. The chance to bring the 2 together was made a reality by a rather lovely bonus (thank you Mr Sainsbury’s). Thus, the BFAH (Big Fat Airey Holiday) was born.
We thought about about it for a nano-second. Or rather, we didn't think about it at all.
When you talk about America, and in particular, holidays, I’m sure most Brits think of Florida, New York City, or Vegas.
Us Aireys have a secret. It’s called California. Or more specifically, Palm Desert. A jewel nestled deep in the Coachella Valley; home to what is now one of the world’s biggest music festivals. Back in 2009, when we planned it, it was a mere 40,000 people, a single weekend, compared to the 180,000 over two weekends it now is. Really, it was a no-brainer.
Even gorgeous hubby’s generosity has limits, and we agreed we would pay for the kids’ economy tickets, whilst we sat (rather smugly) in Virgin Atlantic’s Premium Economy cabin. As you can imagine, whilst grateful for the offer, the kids dug deep down the back of the sofa and found the change to pay for their upgrades.
There was only one choice for accommodation: Marriott Vacation Club, in this instance Desert Springs Villas II. Whilst I was happy to do the festival thing, there was no way you could tear me away from my Egyptian cotton sheets.
Coachella delivered. Paul McCartney, Paul Weller, James Morrisson, Paulo Nutini and gorgeous hubby’s guilty pleasure: Thievery Corporation. The kids got down with Zane Lowe, The Killers, MIA, Ting Tings, and we all enjoyed a summers afternoon listening to a barefooted Joss Stone. Perfecto.
Above all, what really shone through, was how much we loved each others company, and promised the BFAH would not be a one-off, but would become a regular fixture in the Airey calendar. There’s so much more to be shared but I’ll save it for another blog!
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