Every parent knows that holidaying solo with kids isn’t exactly a break in the traditional sense. It’s more like doing your usual job (parenting), just with better scenery and no backup. But with my boyfriend stuck at work and craving some vitamin D, I set off on a girls’ trip with my 21-month-old daughter to Eagles Resort in Greece.
With its dreamy mix of calm, clear waters and proper grown-up comforts, it’s a rare find — but could I actually relax? The signs were promising from the moment we arrived: there was an immediate sense that someone else was quietly handling the logistics, and I dared to hope I might remember what it feels like to read more than one paragraph of a book or drink a coffee while it’s still hot.
