So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me when my younger child told me off in the middle of the Vatican. But it was.
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me when my younger child told me off in the middle of the Vatican. But it was.
If this trip was a song, the verses would have been the daily experiences and the chorus would have been “I could have spent far more time there, and I was sad to have to leave.”
If I had one takeaway from our trip to, and our time in Spain, it’s to contradict the old adage–when it comes to European travel, it is not the journey, it is the destination.
During summer break from school back in the 70s, there were plenty of things to do. My mother ferried us to the YMCA for swim lessons and free swim, and we also […]
By Susan Lilley When I was a lucky, lucky child, summer was full of books and dreamy hours of not doing much. On vacations with my parents, I was responsible for nothing […]