When I first met my husband I found out that for most of his childhood, his family had always visited the same beach town for holidays, staying in the same beach shack that an old uncle owned. Coming from a family that had had hardly ever visited the same place twice for holidays, the idea seemed ridiculous. Fancy always going to the same place I'd scoffed! (was obviously trying to impress with my attitude). I mean, how boring and mundane. Right?