Last Wednesday marked our wedding anniversaryā32 years of wedded bliss for Carsten and me! Thirty-two years! Quite something, isnāt it? But that wasnāt the only highlight of the day. The other was a lovely chat with my friend BƤrbel, who lives in the Caribbean.
Now, for those who donāt know, during the pandemic, we got stuck into some serious marketing training. Since then, āmarketingā has been a permanent fixture in our lives, with weekly online sessions with BƤrbel, whoās a brilliant copywriting sparring partner (and an all-round gem).
Fast forward to late November. While we were gearing up for our winter break, we found ourselves knee-deep in planning for 2025: blog posts, landing pages, newsletters, social mediaāthe works. If the online marketing gurus are to be believed, this is the recipe for business success. Keywords here, hooks there (apparently, thatās how you grab attention), and CTAs everywhere (those āDo this! Right now!ā prompts). All well and good, but itās just not me. (Though Carsten might argue otherwise š).
After hours of discussing ad nauseam, I hit my limit. Another āwinning strategyā around every corner, but whereās the human touch? What about you, our wonderful guests?
Hereās the thing: Youāve been coming to the Cortijo, sharing fascinating conversations and heart-warming encounters, and itās clear you already get us. Youāre here because you love it, not because of some algorithm or marketing ploy.
I want to chat with you, share laughs and stories with youānot churn out posts for Mr Zuckerberg and his algorithms. Heās not exactly our ideal guest, is he? š
Before the pandemic, I had a great time running things the way I loved: helping you discover the best hidden spots, booking charming restaurants, sharing a giggle and a chat. And if things went long? Well, there was always time for a siesta. Nowadays? No siestasājust the relentless pressure to ācreate contentā and keep Google, Instagram and Facebook happy.
Well, thatās enough of that! My little Christmas miracle? Iāve stepped off the marketing hamster wheel. Iām going back to what made me happy before Covid. One newsletter a month (if that), spontaneous social media posts without the fuss, and blog articles only when inspiration strikes (which, letās face it, isnāt often).
After that chat with BƤrbel, I felt completely liberated. It even made our anniversary more special. Carsten? Heās thrilled. He used to call me āParisā because I ran our little paradise like a Hilton hotel chain. Fair point, really.
The best part of our anniversary wasnāt some posh dinner. It was snuggling up on the sofa with Carsten, watching a brilliant film. Pure joy.