Traveling with kids gets better with experience. The more you do it, the easier it gets. You develop a system, and refine it with every adventure.
When I plan a trip, I have a very distinct routine. It starts with an empty notebook, a guidebook and a few hours on the Internet. Once armed with the basics, I start trying to lay out a rough day to day itinerary. It serves as a guideline for my family. If something doesn’t happen, it’s not the end of the world. Maybe we’ll do it tomorrow.
We were supposed to go to Disneyland. Just a quick flight from San Francisco to Los Angeles. No real planning or creative packing required. But when a ticket search in the wee hours of the morning turned up an incredible deal to Europe, L.A. went out the window. In one hour and the click of a mouse, my family of four was headed to Madrid, Spain.
When most people think of Madrid, they don’t think of kids. It’s one of those grown-up cities.