A few weeks ago, in the middle of November, Aaron and I had planned a weekend trip to Venice. I know, it sounds so glamorous. Heading off to Italy for the weekend. NBD. I researched, planned, and priced it all out. It was supposed to be one of our last trips before the baby is born at the end of January (travel after 36 weeks can get dicey). We had decided on a new-to-us method of travel: the overnight train. I was hoping that we could scope it out ourselves and decide is this would be a convenient and feasible way to travel with an infant (note, if you have suggestions for this, please share!). Alas, as the famous poem, To a Mouse, by Robert Burns suggests, ''The best laid plans of mice and men/Oft go awry.'' So, here is the story of that one time we were supposed to go to Venice.Read More
We are quickly running out of places that are within driving distance, and those that are left, we want to leave until later this fall and winter when flying will no longer be an option. But when a good deal on flights to Barcelona popped up a couple of weeks ago, we jumped on it! The flight out was on Friday night after work, returning on Monday evening. Despite excellent planning, I feel that everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong. Let's start at the beginning.