A feature about sustainable and authentic destinations around the world.
If you’ve ever lost someone on vacation, you probably know it’s disruptive, if not disappointing. And by “lost” I don’t mean you can’t find junior at the beach. I’m talking about losing a member of your party for days — or longer — to sickness or injury.
My kids are pet magnets when we’re on the road. They’re constantly adopting dogs and cats and other animals we encounter in our vacation rentals.
Ever visited a place that you liked so much that you didn’t want to leave? Me too.I have a short list of destinations that we were so enamored of, we would live there. Some of them might be on your list, like Hawaii and Southern California. Others, like Fort Collins, Colo., New Orleans, and Ketchum, Idaho, might come as a surprise.
If you hate to plan, your last family vacation probably was filled with chaos. I know a thing or two about that.
Flying somewhere with your family? Before you board that plane, before you pack your bags, before you even book your ticket, you’ll want to read this.
The silly photos. The touristy behavior. And the chaos — oh, the chaos! If I had to pick just three of the most embarrassing things families do while they travel, those would be the ones.
The subject almost never comes up anymore. But when it does, there’s a long pause in the conversation. Yes, I’m on the road with three kids for more than 350 days a year — a single parent traveling with three teenagers.
There’s a lost art to doing a road stop. And that’s a shame since road trips are a time-honored American tradition. Shouldn’t road stops get a little respect too?But they are not. People don’t plan their road stops like they should, they show little or no discrimination about where they pull over, and it ends up being all about the destination, not the journey. It doesn’t have to be that way.
Toxic people are everywhere — even on vacation. Or maybe I should say especially on vacation. I know, because I’ve survived several trips in which behavior problems on vacation threatened to make the journey miserable for everyone.
Oahu is a one-week destination. As in, it takes one week before my kids and I run out of things to do and fall into a predictable cycle of visiting the beach, driving to Foodland for groceries, and coming home to make dinner and watch whatever’s on Netflix.
