Belfast is like an ugly child: you love it the most. – Steven Rae
Last August, my parents had reached the magical number 25 in their years of marriage, and my sister and I decided that it might be nice to surprise them with a little family trip, just the four of us. We had already informed our parents back in August about this trip, ensuring that they wouldn’t plan anything and so that my mum could take a day off of work.
My sister and I had already been looking at different agencies offering surprise trips (where you book but don’t know until the very last minute where you will actually go) but we decided against it since it’s fairly expensive. Instead of this, we booked a trip to Belfast, Northern Ireland, ourselves and just decided to not reveal the final destination until the morning of the trip. And I must admit, it has been the best kept secret, my parents had no clue, nor any idea, of where we would go until Thursday morning, 6am.