Eric and I want the kids to know what we used to do, during that mysterious time called ‘before kids.’  We wrote a list of some favourite travel memories…

We rode the night train in Thailand.

Floated above the cloud forest in Costa Rica on a zip line.

Ventured underground in London to wander Churchill’s war museum.

Flew through the night market in Chiang Mai on a tuk tuk.

Stretched out on the grass at Circus Maximus in Rome and had a nap.

Drove along the base of an Icelandic volcano in a rental car.

Rushed down a river whitewater rafting in Costa Rica.

Ate the best pizza in Trastevere, Rome.

Wore white silica masks while floating in the steaming Blue Lagoon in Iceland.

Jumped from one boat into another in the middle of the Andaman Sea.

Watched the sun set while swimming at Ko Phi Phi, Thailand.

Hiked up a rugged hill to tour Neuschwanstein castle.

Learned more about the past touring the Dachau concentration camp.

Watched artists paint in Montmartre.

Soaked up The Louvre for hours and hours.

Wandered the island of Aranmore with an Irish family on holiday.

Drank enormous beers in Munich, Germany.

Admired the architecture and design in Barcelona.

Spotted sloths and monkeys in the jungle of Costa Rica.

Napped in hammocks by the ocean in the Mayan Riviera.

Explored the narrow cobblestone streets of ancient Granada, Spain.

Devoured pastries and sipped coffee everyday in Portugal.

Named a lizard outside our door in Manuel Antonio.

Toured Lisbon with Tate in a carrier.

Drank sangria and snacked on tapas at a wine and food festival in Faro, Portugal…

 


The bottom of my jewelry box is filled with left over change from our trips – a few euros, baht, krona… just little reminders of our great adventures.

We hope to bring the kids too.  Once we finish paying for our home renos, we’ll pull out our backpacks again and start planning our next trip.