Mr. Zed and I loved to travel long before we had kids. We loved to travel long before we met each other. For him, it started as a teenager, with a trip to the Boy Scout World Jamboree in London (his grandma still has the t-shirt he sent her). For me, I was bitten by the travel bug when I was fifteen, and my English teacher was chaperoning a two week tour of France. I got my first (real) job, and saved a little from every paycheck. I still vividly remember seeing the Eiffel Tower for the first time, and being rendered speechless.
I knew I had to go back, and soon.
And it’s been that way ever since.
When we found out we were expecting, we talked about taking the kids all over the world with us, and every time someone heard us, they all said the same thing. “Wait til those babies arrive. You’ll change your mind”, or, “It’s a waste of money and effort to bring kids on trips like that; they won’t even remember”. Even now, when friends or coworkers ask where we’re going, they ask, “Are you bringing the kids with you?”, and the answer is usually “Yes!”.
We took the Little Zeds on their first flight at 8 weeks old. We took them on their first cruise at five months old. We took them on their first overseas flight just shy of three and a half years old.
They may not remember every detail, but two years later, my son still talks about visiting the colosseum, and my daughter often pretends to be a “living statue”, like the ones she posed with on Las Ramblas.
Yes, we are taking the kids.