“The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.”
- Jack Kerouac
Growing up, my parents were keen to hit the road with the three of us in tow. They were adventurers, wandering souls, Hippies in search of that bit of Zen that Ginsberg and the gang had promised them. My brothers and I were the beneficiaries of this wanderlust. By the time I’d turned ten I had stood in awe of mysteries of The Thing
Many a stoic “Indian”, my fair share of taffy shops, “World’s Biggest” ______, ghost towns and even a few dinosaurs.
Getting up in the wee hours, watching as dad loaded the family wagon with that Coleman cooler and more bags than people was somehow magical. Hitting the road was a sort of alchemy. All the things that drove mom nuts diminished in their potency, my brothers transformed -no longer annoying little ogres- jam-sodden bread became a four star delicacy. The destination didn’t really matter all that much, it was the “getting there” that got to me. It imbued me with a want for trekking that grows as my own kids do.
Do you have those special childhood travel memories? I’d love to hear all about them.
Come share with me and the Traveling Moms as we host the weekly #TMOM Twitter Party. This week the party will be sponsored by one of MY kids favorite places to travel to, Omni Hotels. <— Obviously they have far more sophisticated travel tasted than I did as a kid. We’ll be talking about Traveling with Kids, on Monday night, 6/18, from 9-10pm EST, using the #TMOM hashtag. RSVP at TravelingMom.com to register for a chance to win a two night stay at any Omni Hotel