Caroline O'Donoghue: the joys of a nice hotel room - after the worst of holiday nightmares
There aren’t many things that I’m grateful to the pandemic for, but here’s one of them: Spain is glamorous again. For a long time there, travelling was a competitive sport, and you found yourself booking an 18-hour flight just to get a reaction out of someone. Now adventure is such a limited resource that Spain, lovely Spain, familiar old Spain, is the pinnacle of wanderlust.
Because it was our first proper holiday in more than two years (and who knows how long it will be before we’re on holidays again) my boyfriend and I decided to splash out.


