You interesting people. I have few holiday memories that don't involve midges, sheep or Highland cattle.
I remember one in the '60s however, in Germany. Our party was in two cars, with my (newly qualified driver) brother driving one, and my father tailing him in the other. Yes: we got separated.
After a few nerve-racking hours revisiting place last met etc, my father found the Autobahn police and explained "Ich habe meine frau verloren". We understood the policeman to joke that ah, sir, he wished he could lose his (perhaps he wasn't a German). Hearing him trying to explain on his intercom that the other car was a "Wolseley" was a treat, too - but then neither am I able to do justice to the way he eventually pronounced it.
The police re-united us amazingly efficiently (so perhaps he was German, after all).