You might think that everyone would be for the idea of traveling with kids, but actually there are quite a few that would argue that it is too stressful for children plus it is too expensive and exhausting for everyone as well. And if you were to ask me when my four year old has just thrown himself on the floor of the hotel and is crying and declaring that he WILL NOT be leaving no matter what treat we try to bribe him with… well, I might just agree!
But even after almost three weeks on the road, seven different cities, and lot of languages in between, I still believe that travel bonds us together. It is kind of hard not to feel some extra special connection to this little tribe that you have spent hours chatting to on, say, long miles of German highway or sat quietly by a deserted stretch of beach, skipping rocks and picnicking to the sound of waves lapping on the quiet shore. Sometimes, though, the bonding comes from adversity, like waking up to your brother yelling gibberish in the middle of the night or getting stuck for what feels like an eternity in the emergency stairwell of an abandoned parking garage on a quiet Sunday morning in Munich (more on that later!)
I think back to all the special memories I have as a child, traveling with my own family, and I truly believe that travel can strengthen our relationship with our kids and with each other, especially if we are willing to not take ourselves too seriously and laugh a little along the way.
What about you? Do you have any special memories of bonding as a family when you were a kid or even now with your own children while traveling?