I love to travel. And I love to travel with my kids. Exhausting, yes, but immensely rewarding. I have memories of our trips that I keep in my heart, as treasures.
As a kid, I loved everytime we started packing for another trip to the beach, where I´d see my cousins and, of course, the sea, or to Uruguay and Argentina, where I could hear Spanish and indulge myself in their wonderful dulce de leche (milky candy, or some of the sort). Travel experiences are unforgettable, like the first time I saw the Devil´s Throat, at the Iguazu Falls. I was so overwhelmed by the power of nature, I felt tiny, almost microscopic.
Recently, on a trip to the U.S., my children met a squirrel for the first time. There are no squirrels where we live, so they had just seen them through pictures before. No big deal, you might say. Well, not for them. All they would talk about that day was the squirrel. A little squirrel.
The beauty of family trips is that we learn a lot from each other. My kids and a little fox squirrel taught me a lesson that day: never underestimate the power that lies whithin apparently superficial experiences. If something moves you to the point you feel a change inside, then it is important, no matter how silly it might seem.
You can see my daughter in the photo, fascinated by her new friend.