When I was seven years old, my parents sent me with a family friend to Ireland for a month. I still vividly remember the trip. The smell when I got off the plane, the air on my skin--it felt like I had landed on another planet. The farmhouse with the wartime cot I slept in, the long walk to the local bar with all the kids in town peering at the adults drinking pints of frothy beer, whole fish (including the eyes) for breakfast, feeding the chickens; these are some of the memories that comprised a magical summer I will never forget. The trip was perhaps the greatest gift my parents ever gave to me.
It wasn't until I was in my early twenties that I left the United States for Southern Italy. I have spent the last 20 years exploring this seductive country. As a result I have planned countless detailed itineraries for people wanting to experience La Vera Italia.
When I had my fist child in my late thirties, I knew he would need to be an organized traveler -- and fast. My son's first trip was to New York City at four months old; his first overseas adventure was at six months old. My daughter turned eight weeks old on the beach in Belize.
When I share with my friends the amount of travel I have done with my kids they are always surprised. I have many friends who just refuse to travel. They claim the kids are too young, it's too much work, that the jet lag would kill them all. Even with young kids, it can be done easily and well. And they will be grateful to you forever for the gift of travel.
Read my tips at Huffington Post Travel Canada.
Thanks as usual to Gina Misiroglu of Red Room for putting me in touch with the Huffington Post people. It’s just one of the great ways she's bringing traffic to Red Room and getting attention for Red Room's authors.