Every time I jump on a plane with my kids I learn more about them. Maybe even understand them a little better. It’s part of the beauty of travel. But the fun isn’t limited to airport departure and arrival gates. The weeks and sometime months spent planning the trip is an adventure in its own right. The more involved the kids are, the more excited they get.
And though I’d never admit it to my girls, the more they help plan activities on vacations, the more they learn.
For many, the holidays mean travel. Making the trek to family on the other side of the country, escaping to a beach in Mexico, or skiing. Spending the holiday somewhere special has its perks, but my family does an amazing amount of excursions over the weekends leading up to (and after) Christmas and New Year’s.
We may not be hopping on and off of planes, but we’re definitely hitting the road to take advantage of the whirlwind of great “holiday things” on the calendar.
I was born and raised less than half an hour outside of Philadelphia. I grew up going to Phillies games, watching “Rocky” movies and eating cheese steaks and soft pretzels. It’s easy to see why I loved Philly as a kid. Now, as an adult, I love taking my kids.
As a parent, if you want to take your kids on a city vacation, it’s easy to forget about Philadelphia. Think about the competition. There’s New York, Los Angeles and San Francisco, just to name a few.
That sums up our Spring Break this year. It just happened that my husband was in the middle of a huge work project; so taking time off was out of…