Hi! I’m Amity. Traveler, writer, dreamer. Mom to amazing Little A and wife to The Husband.
My first trip abroad was one of those “get off the bus, look at a cathedral, and get back on the bus” tours for high school groups. Homesick, carsick, and slightly grubby, I was still hooked on travel. In college, I spent a summer abroad, and then a few years later, I met this guy (yeah, The Husband) who also loved to travel and wasn’t afraid of a spontaneously planned hiking trip to England just six weeks into our relationship.
And we went back, again and again. And then we bought a tandem road bike (it’s cooler than you think!) and cycled through Belgium, the Netherlands, England, Denmark, and France. And then we moved to the Netherlands and stayed for 4½ years.
And then we came home to North Carolina and had a baby.
After quickly getting over the delusions of what I thought motherhood would be like (*cue soft lighting and an image of a blissfully slumbering baby*), I had the horrible thought that we would never travel again. Or at least not until Little A was somewhat civilized. So, 17 or 18 years?
Nope, 17 months.
That’s how old Little A was when she took her first trip abroad.
- We flew to England.
- We had long journeys in a rental car.
- We encountered new people, new beds, and new bathtubs.
- We flew home and lived to tell the tale.
If you’re here, then you’re one of the crazy parents who wants to travel – really travel, not just go on the occasional overnight trip – with a toddler or, perhaps, in spite of having a toddler.
Or maybe, like me, you’ve already taken the plunge into the wild world of international travel with the under 4 set and survived!
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