It seems so simple – passport = travel to other countries. I mean, I can make a reservation from JFK to Moscow on Expedia snippity-snap and take some pictures in Red Square should I so wish, right? RIGHT?
Not really. That fancy passport is pretty awesome, I’ll agree. It is a ticket to quite a lot of interesting places and experiences. But sometimes it takes a little more than showing up with a smile and a blank page waiting for a stamp.
You get to the airport barely before the recommended two hours and head to the check-in desk. You tried to plan ahead and checked in online, but there are bags involved.
Bags tossed onto the magic belt, you head toward security. On the way there, your child finds two pieces of chewed gum under a trash-can lid, touches the floor approximately 97 times, grabs a stranger’s pant let thinking it’s you and then howls in – what? fear? rage? At this point you don’t know and are quickly reaching the don’t care point.
Lugging the carry-on and a child(ren), you head toward the security line, where you wait. And wait. And wait for someone to take embarrassing pictures of you and single you out for extra touching. While in line, your child wiggles along on the floor, sometimes singing, sometimes crying. The snotty nose makes an appearance. A strange smell starts to waft around the line, and you make knowing motions toward the elderly person with the walker ahead of you to try and deflect suspicion. You know it is your child, but you can’t exactly leave the line to take care of the problem. And everyone is staring at you with great hope that you will not be on their flight.
Welcome to flying with children. You’ve now completed the easy part.
Anyone with kids is well acquainted with the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days that accompany life as a parent.
It’s not that there aren’t nasty days when you don’t have kids, it’s just that when the nasty days show up post-kid you have to factor them in to your reactions. This single fact is probably why those of us with a few mosquitos in tow don’t take off to recharge when those hideous days rear their inevitable heads.
Most of us have probably had the thought: “I don’t care where we go, I’ll just see where I can get great prices.” That sounds great, until you’ve spent six hours on the Ryan Air website and you still don’t have a plan.
When we first started traveling it seemed a bit of a miserable experience. Not the actual experience, mind you, just the getting there and leaving part. In fact, getting there and leaving was such a horrid experience that we avoided some trips all together.
I love Cape Town. I can’t even express how much I love Cape Town. Whenever the subject of Cape Town comes up, I feel like those old Muppet Show snippets with Animal running around chanting, “WOMAN!”
Except I’m chanting, “CAPE TOWN!” of course.
So I think I might have been one of the most excited people in the world to see Cape Town in the number one spot on the New York Times list of 52 Places to Go in 2014. Cape Town is one of the most amazing, kid friendly, inexpensive, and breathtakingly gorgeous places our family has ever been – and it is SUPER easy to get there.