For most of their lives, my children happily visited our local air and space and natural history museums. However, any suggestion that we go to an art museum would be met with a chorus of “That’s boring.”
Fast forward several years, and my boys enthusiastically spend hours exploring art museums. On a recent trip, they devoured the Musée D’Orsay, the Louvre, and the Rodin Museum in Paris, and I had to drag them out of the British Museum in London. So, how did we get from point A (total rejection) to point B (complaining when they have to LEAVE)? Here is my magic formula:
Hello blogosphere! I have missed you. I have been laid up for a week with the flu but am now crawling my way back. Since I have not been at my best, I thought it might be fun to write about another time I was not on top of my game. So, today we are going to talk about travel mishaps. And I don’t mean weather events, acts of God, or other factors out of our control. I’m referring to those instances when we need to look in the mirror and admit “mea culpa.” We are human, and humans make mistakes. I hope you will either laugh at or learn from mine and share your own!
With the Director JJ Abrams’ tweet on Friday February 15, 2019 that photography on Star Wars Episode IX had wrapped and all the press surrounding the opening of Star Wars: Galaxy Edge at the Disney World and Disneyland Resorts later this year, I can’t help but remember our amazing family trip to Tatooine.
“I’m sorry, you’re taking your kids where for spring break?” I heard many versions of this question when discussing an upcoming trip with my boys to Colombia for spring break. Let’s just say, the destination’s appeal was not immediately obvious to everyone whose knowledge of the country was either very limited or decades out of date. This South American nation of nearly 50 million has undergone sweeping transformation in recent years and is a great family destination.
To see for yourself, we urge you to set your sights on the crown jewel of Colombia’s Caribbean coast: Cartagena (also known as Cartagena de Indias, population 1 million). The city boasts miles of beaches and a beautifully preserved colonial walled city where the vibrant colors almost defy description. Continue reading “Cartagena, Colombia. “You’re taking your kids where?””→
“We are just going to stop here for a moment,” our guide Jon casually said as he slowed his kayak. The reason for the pause lurked just around the bend of the narrow mangrove tunnel. The happy banter of the morning halted rather abruptly. We had seen many alligators sunning themselves on the banks of the Turner River that morning, but the one that lay ahead of us was in a different league, and it was blocking our path. With its eyes and snout barely poking out of the water, many, many feet back (too many) we could just barely make out the tip of its tail. Using our 14-foot double kayaks as a benchmark, Jon estimated the gator to be about 12 feet long—about as big a beast as you are going to find in this northwestern section of the Everglades ecosystem (we were technically in Big Cypress National Preserve, immediately adjacent to Everglades National Park).
The timing for this encounter was unfortunate. We had been on the water for two hours and had just reached the innermost and narrowest point of the tunnel. Turning the kayaks around was physically impossible. So we waited. And waited.
We rang in 2019 on Turks and Caicos Islands’ famed 12-mile white sand Grace Bay Beach, with elaborate fireworks being launched from the strip’s many resorts. As I sat there with the people I love most, taking in the pyrotechnics and Junkanoo parade, I took a moment to remember how incredibly fortunate I am.
I often find that New Year’s celebrations disappoint. This one did not.