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I think I had the same mentality bred into me from when I was a kid. Every year family holidays were the 'traditional' 2 weeks short-haul sun trip - Malta, Greek Islands, North Africa and the Canaries. We had a great time, undoubtedly, but on reflection it was all a bit samey. Early morning ride to Gatwick with my Dad's cabbie mate, Dad doing the "tickets, passports, money" checklist about 589 times, duty free where my folks picked up cheap ciggies and some new smellies, 3-4 hour flight on a 737, that 'hot air curtain' effect as you disembark the plane, and then 2 weeks of hot weather, sun cream, swimming, calamari and cabaret entertainment.
And, at the same time, I saw precious little of this country. In fact I only really started seeing bits of it when I began following the Albion away every other week. I have the surname 'McKay' but I didn't make my first trip to Scotland until my late 20s when I had a daytrip for work to an office in Edinburgh.
It's only as I've entered my 30s that my appreciation for the UK has grown.
I guess I'm similar then and you're right, the routine can be quite samey insofar as we head for a villa or hotel near the coast, sunbathe by the pool and/or beach, mooch around the resort, have a boat trip, and have the occasional excursion to a local-ish 'point of interest' or whatever. But I still cuffing LOVE it, and wouldn't swap a week abroad for a week somewhere in England, no sir.
Mind you, I find the whole airport thing INTENSELY aggravating, faffing about with endless queues, hanging around to check in, arsing about at the other end getting your cases, traipsing through passport control, then repeating the whole sorry process, and just hoping you're not delayed for hours. Its almost enough to put me off these days. I absolutely DESPISE airports.