A postcard from Lloret de Mar (1985)
Back in 1985 I travelled to Spain (from Canada) with Laurent, a good childhood friend. I was 18 at the time.
I recently came across this postcard going through some old family albums. I had to share it just because it’s interesting to see all the things that have changed in travel and technology since 1985.
Dear Mom, 15/08/85
Hi from Lloret de Mar! In case I haven’t been able to talk to you by telephone by now it’s because its super hard to get a line at the times you’re home. We tried twice and couldn’t get through. Anyway, I’ve sent lots of postcards. Everything’s going great, we have 14 days left and I still have 15 travellers cheques. We’re having a super time, the weather’s great (rained 2 hours in 2 weeks) and the Costa Brava is beautiful. We’re camping at a beautiful beach about 3 km from Lloret de Mar. Today we went down to Lloret and bought a tape recorder so we could listen to my tapes. Everything here is super cheap, especially alcohol and food. Nearly all the other tourists here are either German or Italian, there’s hardly any French, English or Americans. The water here is really beautiful, clear and warm, and the sun really hot. I’ve got a really good tan and starting to peal. Can you please pick me up at 11:00 am on the 30th at Mirabel airport? Everything’s going great and we’re having a super time.
Love,
Frank
Besides being a pretty boring postcard (I guess the most important things to teenagers are still cheap food and alcohol and the ability to listen to their music), it brought me back to the complexities of travel at the time: making long distance phone calls home, money (exchanging money at home and bringing traveller’s cheques), and lodging (this was before internet – we would just wander around looking for camping spots or cheap hotels).
It’s pretty amazing all the changes that have taken place since then.
What I didn’t tell my mom in that postcard were the more interesting stories. Like the night in Lloret when we went bar hopping and (taking a break from drinking) laid down at the beach and fell asleep. It was before midnight. We woke up around 3am (drunk) and staggered back to our camping spot where we spent the next day throwing up. Then there was another evening when we went dancing with the two pretty sisters who had a tent next to ours. We were pretty innocent back then and nothing happened. The next day we saw the two girls lead a guy into their tent for an afternoon of sex. Laurent and I just looked at each other in dismay, dwelling on what a bunch of losers we were.
It was the first trip for both of us without parents and – excluding the above – we have lots of good memories of that trip. I also wonder what Lloret de Mar and neighboring Tossa de Mar (which was our favorite spot on the Costa Brava) are like today? They’re both places I want to get back to one day.
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Lieber Frank, Lars und Nick sowie alle Lloret Fans!
Ich habe sogar noch eine ältere Postkarte von der Costa Brava und neben zahllosen Fotos auch noch viele Propaganda-Kärtchen der Diskotheken 😉
Ich kam im September 1982 nach einem längeren Amerika Aufenthalt nach Lloret der Mar, anfangs ohne große Begeisterung. Das schlug dann aber sehr schnell ins krasse Gegenteil um. Ich möchte die herrlichen aber auch fragwürdigen Zeiten dort keinesfalls missen.
Mai/ Juni und September 1985 waren auch eine ganz besondere Zeit, an die ich viele schöne Erinnerungen habe.
Ich habe vielen Freunden und Bekannten von damals jahrzehntelang die Treue gehalten. Meistens haben wir uns im Winter auf Gran Canaria getroffen. Leider gingen durch die Pandemie alle Kontakte verloren. Viele sind inzwischen schon tot.
Lloret ist ohne die liebe gewordenen Menschen, die ich damit auf ewig damit in Verbindung bringe, nur noch ein Ort. So ist das halt.
Meine ehemaligen Lieblings-Diskotheken Moef ga-ga und St. Trop’ existieren wohl noch, ich war aber seit mehr als zwei Jahrzehnten nicht mehr drinnen.
Lloret im Weihnachtszauber zu erleben mit einem sehr spritzigen Mittelmeer hatte mir im Vorjahr dann doch wieder Spaß gemacht. Wiederholung nicht ausgeschlossen!
Nostalgische Grüße aus dem Saarland
PETRA
Thank you very much for your comment Petra. We were recently back in Lloret and they’ve built beautiful paths over the cliffs between the two bays. Some wonderful walks with fantastic views. You should go back for a visit someday 🙂
Hi, auch ich war 1985 mit 18 und zwei Freunden in Lloret und habe ähnliche, nei dieselben, Erlebnisse gehabt. Die Mädels waren uns damals auch über. Zuviel Chancen am Rande liegen gelassen.
Ich war letztes Jahr zu einer sentimental journey dort. Und muss sagen es hat sich nicht sehr geändert. Selbst die Bars und Clubs heißen noch so. New Yorker, Highwayman, Texas Saloon , Revolution, Bumpers,…. Alle noch da. Wenn man nicht in den Spiegel schaut ist es wie damals. Es lohnt sich.
Thank you very much for the comment Lars! It sounds like we had the same experience 🙂 I’d like to go back to the Costa Brava, have good memories, especially of Tossa de Mar which was my favorite spot.
Hi Frank, searching through the internet about Lloret de Mar dance classic’s in 1985 I discovered your site with your memories of your trip to Lloret. The postcard you sent to your mother could have been written to my mom back that time which I not did- I phoned her. As you with your friend I traveled with 3 friends to Lloret . We did the trip back then by bus from Germany in 26 h nonstop 😩 as I am German and Lloret was and still is a top party gateway for graduation today.
I went back there 86 and 89 but none of the trip was comparable to what we experienced 85!
And yes I remember lots of Italien that time which made it hard for us to compete 😜 ( always good dressed and with motor bikes).
Best wishes from Hamburg, Germany, Nick
Always great to hear from people who share the same experience! Very interesting to hear that Lloret is a popular graduation destination – didn’t know that. Thank you for the comment Nick, we have a lot in common 🙂