Just the thought of a family villa holiday used to make me shudder. But that was before the baby.
This was a brave new world for my husband and I. We’ve had our fill of soigne boutique hotels / fetishised farm cabins / lo-fi Air BnBs throughout our twenties. Our first trip to Puglia on honeymoon was a week of sun worship, savouring the region’s cucina povera and fuelled by countless bottles of Primitivo. In brief, we came, we saw, we ate.
Now, with a baby in tow (and all the requisite luggage because, you know, babies), we were less concerned about trendy trattorias and pilfering the Aesop miniatures, and far more interested in square-footage, blackout blinds and plenty of in-house entertainment to maintain domestic harmony. So we leaned on The Thinking Traveller. With a portfolio of exceptional villas throughout the Mediterranean, we felt we were being guided by experts that could field each and every query we had. And as first-time parents there were alot.
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