You come to BozAround to hear that it’s all a piece of cake to travel with the children. Well, for the first time in a long while, I am doubting.
I am not sure what reason prevails but this year we’ve been quite sedentary. We had an aborted adventure in Bhutan. We stayed put for 4 weeks in Provence. I retreated to a me, myself and I week in Mallorca. To a me, my girlfriends and I week end in Italy. And we visited the in-laws in Istanbul. None of those involved a proper family discovery, packing for five, guide book in hand. (I dare to admit: we’ve even flirted with the idea of booking a vacation at club med for next year. no way.). Lior is 14months and getting at the age that Amalya had when we left for our sabbatical around the world. Honestly, I don’t know how we did it.
Is it that having 3+ children makes a whole different dynamic? Yes, we’re crowded sharing one hotel room wherever we go, we can’t fit in a budget car rental anymore, and flying 12hours with a super active toddler on my laps to save on a plane ticket does not appeal to me these days. With more children, it also makes the odds of having a sick child on a trip much higher. Meaning more sleepless nights. Or maybe it’s the big four zero crisis…? Oh, I am having a major etat d’ame. Translate: soul searching.
to be continued…