Travelling with a baby has its challenges, but is also a wonderfully enriching experience for a young family. Here are my Top 6 reasons why.
If you’ve been following our journey here in the South Pacific, you’re probably wondering from a few of my posts and headlines if we’re ever having a good time. The […]
I had a moment tonight where I realized where I was.
It sounds funny, but it’s easy to take things for granted in our modern era of travel. Had I arrived on a ship I would have been sailing for weeks, even months, to get here. The remoteness surely would have settled in alongside a good dose of cabin fever. Instead I flew with a rambunctious child using my lap as a trampoline. The fact that I was flying over the open ocean didn’t strike me until we were about to land on “The Rock.”
I should perhaps find it odd when my husband comes home at seven o’clock in the morning and casually announces that he “hiked up Mt. Tongariro last night.” But, I don’t. At least not anymore. Not only is it something he does fairly frequently, but it’s the only way he’s been able to get out photographing these days.