My former (now deceased) FIL used to rent a beach cottage that was one of three. The landlady lived in the middle unit. My former SIL used to chastise us all to ponyup a certain sum then challenge everyone to pick a week. It was a nightmare from the get go.
Either you picked a week and then got trumped by one of the older siblings (there were ten kids and ex was the 9th of ten) or you got a week following one of the cheap chumps who stole every crumb out of the fridge. We got lucky once with the sister who left a whole box of wine and cold cuts, too.
ROFL!!!!!!
We had a cabana at the beach in Queens when I was a kid, and then would spend a week in the catskills every summer until that placed closed. After that we tried NH a couple of summers and then one year we went to Virginia Beach. After that my grandparents moved to the west coast of Florida and vacation was then a given.
"Vacation" is not a big thing to us, we do lots of day trips, as Jax gets older that's sure to change, but for now it works. Especially since we live so close to the water, and now have access to a firend's boat.