Toddling in Amsterdam

We’ve been in Amsterdam for five days now and the jetlag is slowly getting less pronounced. Each day has followed a similar pattern of waking, abruptly, at some point in the wee hours of the morning to convince our little one to at least wait for the sun to get up before getting out of […]

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Mary’s Law

“When you travel, there really are no mistakes – just learning opportunities” – Mary Casanova I’ve said it before, travel days can be tough. Traveling with a toddler can make it tougher. Traveling with misplaced luggage and stroller can make it a nightmare. Let’s back up a bit…. Wanting to celebrate our little one’s final […]

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Anywhere America

Whether it’s a final day breakfast at an American Roadside Diner in Paris, a frappe from the first Starbucks you’ve seen in two weeks in Athens, a bagel in Tokyo, a desperate dinner from McDonalds in Italy. I’ve found that sometimes you just need a small taste of home while away no matter how disgusting. […]

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Travel Day

Subtitle: In Which Zeke Obtains A Seat For Himself Travel days. Not everyone’s most favorite part of travel, but a necessary evil. I happen to be one of those weirdos who still thinks air travel has that special shimmer to it, as if we’re still back in the golden age of flight. Plane food? Delish! […]

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The Happiest, Part Two

On International Happy Day I wrote with excitement about the fact that Adam and I were going to be visiting the top happiest places in the world. Denmark holding the number 1 spot. After spending a mere four days in Denmark I think I’ve figured it out. The key to happiness and why Denmark has […]

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Nyhavn

When I think of Copenhagen I think of this canal with its brightly colored buildings and boats lining the sides. Nyhavn (pronounced New-Houn…I think…) is one of those sights that is chockfull of tourists for good reason – it’s simply a gorgeous place to be. We wandered over here on our first day and enjoyed […]

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