What a whirlwind of a month that was. And now it is gone.

And here I am, April Fool’s Day, posting the photos I took ( kind of ) for #photographinghappiness on March 12th. Because I have issues with being late, I ended up once again ignoring the theme due to the fact that the internet I had that day would not cooperate with loading my *insert finger parentheses here* real photos and I went ahead and participated with my mobile images.

Which are really no less *insert finger parentheses here* real than any photos taken on my other camera. But I digress.

Apparently I do not have that many issues with being late, since its has taken me two weeks to get around to updating this space. But here I am.

I actually only remembered because I am cruising Montreal Fashion Blogs for who knows what reason. I actually have reasons but they are dumb so I will leave that there.


Once again, lucky girl that I am, I was away on sunnier shores for the twelfth of the month again. Let’s be honest, if I could be away for EVERY twelfth of every month, I would be. So, sunshine and bad internet ruled the day and here was my little piece of happiness in twelve.

Maybe I will just start writing about Sanibel. My fave photos are all from there. Getty is loving everything I submit from there. I am happy there. And I intend to be there more and more and more. Hmmmm.

If you are so inclined, please feel free to search out Sesame Ellis’ #photographinghappiness project on IG and Facebook. Just use the hashtag. You know what to do.




I really did not think we would get to this point

It is still freezing. And so I keep posting photos of sunnier times until I am warm.
This morning?
Not warm. Not even close.

Do you remember when you were the hottest you have ever been? The one place that immediately comes to comes to mind for me was Jamaica in the month of September (I can not even imagine summer months!), on a trip with Dabble Magazine. The temperature hit 40+ degrees celsius and I thought I might melt.

Photographing the resort of Goldeneye in Oracabessa on that day, I spotted this ladder descending into the ocean and I wanted nothing more than to jump in…

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ladder + ocean at goldeneye resort, oracabessa, jamaica

I would welcome melting right now.

( That is Nicholas Rosaci up on top, soaking up the heat in long pants and a blazer! Chic until the end, that guy! )

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Springy Ding a Ding

It is here, it is finally here!

Sunshine and blossoms and green everywhere!


Or not.

This is Canada. So maybe Spring is taking it’s sweet time getting here. Again. And maybe it is more rain and muck and brown than the lovely hallmark colours of yellow and purple we so desperately need.

What to do. What to do. On instagram, I have been posting daily photos of sunshine and oceans and that wonderful shade of blue that happens in salty sea air. And so I have decided that I will do that here as well.

At least until we are waking up to warm breezes once again.

san diego surfers

surfers in the water in san diego, california

Sigh. That is better.

the long, slow road to traveling in my forties…

Some people love travel and adventure from minute one. It has taken me a little longer to get here.

As a kid I got to visit PEI, take long, winding road trips through the Eastern Townships, invariably ending up on some American highway, and spent lazy summers in Vermont, in the dusty attic of our friend’s guesthouse. Those memories smell of wrinkled comic books, old woolen blankets and usually have an Elvis song playing in the background.

As far flung as I got in  childhood was a trip to Disneyland…so enjoyed that it cemented the idea of California forever more being the epi-centre of everything cool for me.


But travel? The kind where you  learn something other than where the beach is travel? I missed out on that. I vacationed. I didn’t travel. I did not even like airplanes.

Until I was over forty.

Over the last few years, I have been developing a lovely relationship with Kimberly Seldon’s Dabble Magazine. Dabble, marries a love of travel, food and design in a digital magazine, ready to be devoured anywhere you may be. And for the first time in my adult life…I began to travel. By myself.

My first trip abroad ( oh, how lovely that sounds ) with Dabble was a foray across France, from south to north, from sunshine to fog.

While part two of this trip is still underwraps, waiting patiently for the sun, much like the flowers in one infamous garden I luxuriated in, on a small iconic bridge ( hint…hint…), I shared the first part of this experience with Dabble’s tres sympa Victoria, exploring Toulouse, from sunrise to sunset.


Jamaica was next ( although in magazine issue world, it was published first ), shared with Toronto designer, the king of colourful shoes and ever the chicster,  Nicholas Rosaci.

From Negril to Oracabessa, we traveled the coast fueled by Red Stripe, roadside BBQ, fantastic Jamaican company and with a healthy dose of luxury ( Goldeneye, I will never forget you ). We also had a good education in the past and future of Jamaica, thanks to our fantastic guides from Paradise Travel and the Jamaica Tourist Board.


And then just a few months ago, I joined Jameson Fink, wine guy and a fine guy, in exploring the neighbourhoods and beaches of San Diego, California. This issue came out in February and allowed me to discover a part of California I had only briefly touched upon previously. Which of course only added fire to my already well fuelled love of all things Californian…


I come back so much richer after every trip, brimming with experiences and photographs. When I edit the images, never knowing which ones will end up published, I always feel sad for the photos left behind. I feel like there are little bits of the story left untold. Little details like how it felt walking through Montmartre, by myself, in the rain, with a baguette and cheese ( no lie, all I ate in Paris ) in my camera bag. How I managed to get lost ( but are you ever really lost in Paris? And even if you were…would that be a bad thing?) but then finally found the view I was hoping for, soaked to the skin but happy. Crazy happy. Like I needed a soundtrack to my moment happy.


Aside from the regular sharing I do for the links to my published images, I am going to start sharing some of my until now unseen favourite places and moments and experiences. Travel is such a personal thing and I hope that some of my photos encourage…nay…propel you to get to traveling yourself. Because on a cold winter day, there really is no better escape than the memories of somewhere else.



Even if it was just a cold rainy afternoon in Montmartre.


Exciting day for me over here!


In September, 2012, I traveled to Jamaica for Dabble magazine. With designer and writer Nicholas Rosaci, Jamaica Tourist Board representative Symerna and driver and guide extraordinaire Jermaine Smith of Paradise Travels, I got to experience a slice of Jamaica I had not seen before.

Nick will be sharing many more details in the issue of Dabble, out today, but I wanted to share some of my thoughts. Not just the quiet camera on the side;), I was really awed by this country.

In 2006 I visited Jamaica with extended family and enjoyed the resort life – pools, buffet, reggae music by the pool, fancy drinks…you know, the picture perfect Jamaican experience. Except really, it wasn’t. It was the picture perfect resort experience with a little irie thrown in for flavour.

This time Jamaica became a whole other adventure. A huge part of  the difference was being able to share time and experiences with our ridiculously well traveled companion, Symerna. She had been brought up traveling the world with her family and continued her global adventures into her young adulthood. She shared stories of being a black woman experiencing and living in places where she was seen as being different. Her stories were fascinating and thought provoking. Returning to Jamaica, with a global perspective, she had much to say about her beloved home country and the truths it faces every day, and how it is moving forward in development and resources. This was not your regular, run of the mill tourism spiel on a location, these were observations from someone who loves and believes in the strength and character of her country.

Along with the fascinating conversations, we visited some pretty sweet retreats, and then learned how the tourism industry is not all walled resorts and duty free stops at cruise ports. Smaller hotels are making a difference in their offerings and their communities by using locally produced food ( as in kilometres away from the restaurant, picked daily ) that is fresh and uniquely Jamaican. Between the organic farm offerings and the seafood? Oh, we ate well. Jamaica’s lushness is well translate onto the plate.

Art is also playing a role in rejuvenating interest in Jamaica’s past and offering present day works, with artists opening their studios and creativity being encouraged to celebrate the Jamaican way of life.

And the hotels. What can I say? While we were ridiculously spoiled in our settings, there was nary a wall to be found. My resort experiences were a thing of the past – in the resorts we visited, the surrounding community has been included in the development, and guests are encouraged to explore the local village and enjoy. Golden Eye Hotel and Resort is an example of this approach, creating a real link between the resort and the village of Oracabessa. From restocking the bay with fish to benefit the local fisherman, rejuvenating the coral reef and providing for a sports program for local schools, Chris Blackwell, of Island Records and Blackwell Rum fame, has not just taken the beauty of Jamaica to share with tourists, but rather has created an environment where the beauty benefits both visitor and islander. This stuck with me, this approach to responsible tourism. The beachfront cottage, with barefoot attitude and decadent outdoor shower did not hurt either. And always a little rum around for a quick sip.

Jamaica is a place filled with stories, always a story. From the bays to the hills, from Ian Fleming’s original desk where he wrote his tales of James Bond to Noel Coward’s hilltop home, Firefly, still filled with his personal artwork, Jamaica surprises. The history of the island is not always easy to hear, but it was shared often and uniquely from many Jamaicans we met, sometimes with stark fact, sometimes with superstition, but never without enthusiasm.

Or a smile. Seriously. I had to ask what was with all the happy? There was a car accident that happened. And me, with my North American sensibilities was expecting a huge screaming match between the drivers. I tensed up and waited. They got out of their cars and I waited. And I waited. And finally a reaction. But wait…? Laughter. WHAT? There was clearly fault, someone had to be blamed. Where was the rudeness and the aggravation that accompanies these kind of incidents at home? Jermaine just looked at me, said “Jamaicans are always a minute away from a smile”, turned up the tunes ( Michael Jackson, by the way, not Bob ) and drove gingerly around the accident scene, where everyone was now leaning on the bruised and beaten vehicles, sharing a story. This moment, this live and let live, I decided I needed to take home with me.

Jamaica, you are beautiful and spectacular and wild. I know the island not perfect, no place ever is, but with the Jamaicans I met, their love for their country and hope in it’s future, not banking on the methods of the past but looking at new paths for the future, I can not wait to get back to you and see what you are up to, in your sunshine and smiles.

I know I have a few friends heading to Jamaica soon, so I want to share the moments I loved best.

A cold Red Stripe at Scotchies with jerk chicken. And jerk fish. And jerk pork.


Not losing Nick in Dunns Falls.


The view from Firefly.

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Fresh fish from the bay at Golden Eye.


a little BTS on a shot

The divers at Rick’s Cafe in Negril.

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And the kids. There were some pretty cool kids about:).


from damage control to cruise control

I was a little unsure on how to broach the not so perfect part of our family trip in a positive way. And realized the only way to do it was to dive right in at the spot where we found the solution…


one of many, many, many family photos taken on the cruise

We realize now that we planned a very big trip, assuming that the little person in the mix would simply keep up. And of course, we know what happens when you assume anything with children…it usually turns around to bite you right in the ass…umptions.

And so there we were, in Italy, four happy family members:).

Oh wait…we are a family of five.

Yes, the littlest one was miserable. Too much walking and looking and heat had taken it’s toll. On the last few city days, we were usually left with a four year old completely not keeping it together. Heck, sometimes losing his mind as early as breakfast.


We have traveled with all our kids from a young age. Jake was snuggling in a sling in Miami at ten weeks old, Holly had her first flight at twelve weeks and Alex took his first steps in a Paris hotel room at ten months old. But something did not work this time round. It is hard to admit when something is not going as planned, and to be honest we were at a bit of a loss. This trip was just too big for this kid. We were frustrated, he was exhausted, the big kids were being very patient but it is not always fun being the older siblings to a disaster of a child.

So thank goodness for the cruise. Who knew it would be the vacation saver that it was.

In the early planning stages of the vacation, a cruise was not even part of the consideration. The trip was to be a celebration, an embrace of all that is Italy, city and countryside. I am pretty sure Mark had visions of me roaming through unending Tuscan fields, happily shooting flowers and running children…and then realized that he might become a little…bored. Always a problem solver, he proposed an idea…a little land and a little sea. Some European surf for my turf.

Initially I thought that he was nuts. And then we did the math and a cruise was actually a very affordable way to experience Europe. There is no way around it, Europe can be pricey and when we did the comparison of hotel, food and travel versus cruise, which combines all three, it very suddenly became a very viable option.

We chose Royal Caribbean Cruise Line, a line we were familiar with, and a itinerary that fit right in with our schedule. The boat itself, the Legend of the Seas,  was not one of the super new, super huge ships RCCL offers but this was a plus for us, running as we were, across the ship, according to the on board schedules of three kids!

We were not new to cruising, having been on three previous cruises, but from the beginning, this experience was very different – in an “iamnevercruisinganywhereelseeveragain!!!” kind of way.

Case in point, embarkation. It was a breeze. There was refreshing lemonade waiting for us at the RRCL reception in the Civitaveccia port, and by the time we were finished drinking? We were registered. Minutes. It took minutes. In Europe, it is not unusual to be able to board in different cities, along the cruise ship route. This allows for an easy, no rush, no crowd introduction to the cruise. Anyone who has ever boarded a cruise ship in Florida or California would not have thought this kind of calm would be possible. No crowds? No pushing? The logistics of cruising in Europe are completely different  than cruising in North America.

ImageFrom the announcements being made in five languages to even simple elevator rides becoming adventures in cultural exchange, the cruise, while familiar, offered up a much more international experience than I anticipated. While we ran into some Canadians and Americans, I would say that the ship was heavy on Brits, French and Italian tourists with a smattering of Russians thrown in. Add that to the multinational staff already aboard the ship? It was terrific! I was a little worried about losing some travel authenticity, being on a ship as opposed to being in a city…but at the end of the trip, combined with what it offered in terms of our travel predicament with Alex, the cruise saved the day, in any language. In all languages.

And so our littlest, with his days of miserability ( totally made up word ) so ingrained into his very being that we thought he would never recover, boarded that ship, dropped off his Roman Centurion costume in our room, marched crankily to the Kid’s Club, took one look around at the other children and toys and smiling, friendly faces of the staff…and promptly announced to us that he would be staying. There. All day.Even for “Late Night”. And could he possibly sleep over?

I think there was a collective sigh of relief from our family that was felt throughout the ship.

And while Alex was still somewhat ridiculously difficult with us at dinner and at photo time and at bed time and well, still at every time…he was happy during the day, ensconced high up on the bridge, tucked into the Kid’s Club. Reports back from the staff were of a happy, enthusiastic child who smiled and chatted his way through making goo, painting pictures and even night time pirate raids. PHEW.

ImageWhat this then afforded us was time to explore the ports of Genoa, Marseille, Barcelona and Valencia knowing that our little man was content and entertained. Would we have preferred to take him off ship with us? Absolutely. But sometimes you need to go with what works. And RCCL’s approach to kid care rocks.


I should also mention that not once on our cruise did Alex have any problem with his allergies. His caregivers ( all university educated child care workers and teachers ) were made aware of them, and they had the epi pen, but not once in the care of the Kid’s Club or at any point during any of our MANY meals, did we have an issue. Food was properly labelled and great care was taken in the dining room by our waiters to keep him safe – RCCL earned my allergy safe stamp of approval on this trip. Not an easy feat! I do not even award myself allergy safe status most weeks.

The food on board was wonderful and plentiful with many healthy options. But really? When traveling with kids? It comes down to the all you can eat ice cream. And it was there, day after day after day. No one went hungry…the teens actually used room service more than is probably socially acceptable to mention.

Oh! The teens! While Alex was happy in the Young Explorer program, and Jake was off ship with us, Holly made good use of the Teen Club. She lucked into a great bunch of kids and by night two, was making it home seconds before her nightly curfew ( and even once after, which nearly spurred a boat wide search by her brother and father…but that has been forgiven now). Music and more ice cream and arcade games filled her nights. And her bilingualism paid off! She became the go to person between the Florida kids and the Parisian teens, the only person able to understand everyone! Oh, and the ship was able to organize a nice little birthday surprise for her room on the day she turned ONE-FOUR.

ImageShip life was good. So good in fact, that Alex even deigned to allow the ship photographers to take his photo. Many times. POSED. Which is more than I can say for what he was allowing me to do. So…what did we do? We bought every photo that team of photographers took! It has to be noted how hard these cruise ship employees work. They are up late every night and back at it before we ever hit the breakfast line. Always smiling, always patient…I do not know how they do it! And when our stories have been forgotten, somewhere there will be many images of a smiling, charming Alex from this trip…and for that I am grateful.


Oh. And very grateful for one more memory…Holly and her little Roman;). This is the photo she will kill me for posting, but it has to be done. ImageAnd so, from hard days on land, to peaceful nights on a ship, our family vacation continued on from Italy to France ( sigh ) and on to Spain ( ole! ).


rome – the good, the bad and the ugly

After our lovely days in Venice, we trained to Rome. Train travel is so romantic to us, as a family. It offered room, comfort, wine, good coffee, internet and an exciting way to see where we were going. Crossing the tracks out of Venice, across the water, was a highlight for the littlest one and the tunnels through the Italian countryside was thrilling for the rest of us. We like tunnels, I guess. And getting places fast.

Pulling into Rome, it was dark and late and we realized that we would need to split up in order to get us and all our children and bags to the hotel successfully. It is always in moments like this where I wish I knew 42 languages. Racing off in our two cabs, me with Jake and Mark with the younger two, I momentarily wondered if we would wind up at the same place. We did, of course, fifteen minutes later, standing on a steep hill, too much baggage in hand, tired 4 year old in arms and we were at our new home in Rome, within touching distance of the Vatican walls. Incredible.

Waking up in our huge apart-hotel, the next morning, we planned out our day. I was probably the most organized for Rome – itineraries, bus routes, schedules planned with parks for the little one, the Vatican planned for the big ones and shopping planned for the middle one. I should have realized that this would never go according to plan.


The good about Rome?

So much. You can walk this incredible city, finding beauty around every corner. You hear this all the time, and it is true – everywhere you look there are incredible testaments to art and history and the development of western civilization IN YOUR FACE. It was overwhelming and fantastic.


The bad about Rome?

It was fantastic but overwhelming.

I have to be honest…I think Rome defeated us. More specifically, Rome defeated the littlest of our family. This was totally my fault but what resulted was a very good lesson in how not to travel with a young child. No matter how prepared you are, no matter how many great books you have read, no matter how you think you need to “see” a city…ultimately you need to listen to the needs of your family. Our time in Rome was amazing…but it was memorable for different reasons for each of us, not all positive.

Day one started with a quick tour through St. Peter’s square, minutes from our hotel and then we hopped on a double decker tour bus. Having read that this was “the” way to see the city with kids, we realized quickly that it wasn’t for us. The initial wait for the bus ( they do not run as posted ), the crush to get on, the heat on top, the extended waits at random stops…too much for a little kid. He fell asleep for most of the tour but awoke cranky and uncomfortable. We jumped ship…I mean bus, halfway through, deciding that walking would be the new plan. Refreshing sips from the lion fountains were enjoyed ( with 2500 drinking fountains offering cold, fresh water throughout Rome, we were never far from water ) as was mysterious cold air emanating from some unidentified ancient ruins on an unidentified road ( so much for detailed sharing) as the heat was near unbearable.


The Trevi Fountain, an impromtu lunch of seafood pastas and oh so good caesar salads ( with free wifi!) and The Spanish Steps made up for the too quick glimpses of the Colosseum from the bus. We were fortified on pasta and made it up the Steps in record time, with Alex leading the way.


Our goal became the Villa Borghese. This park promised a luscious green space in the middle of the city, ideal for children to play and adults to recline and relax. We should have realized that in 40 degree heat, nothing is lush and nowhere is relaxing when you are that sticky. Not even multiple gelatos and an arcade could make the park what we so wanted it to be. We admitted defeat and turned to head back to the hotel…only to realize we were clueless on how to get back, maps be damned. Up a hill, down a lane, through the park we went, passing the now closed zoo and then the fall…you know the kind…the exhausted, “icannotgoonestepfurther” cry followed by a tumble off of a curb. Alex was finished. And only steps away from civilization, here we were now bleeding and hysterical. A true Calgon moment in a country far from home.

And then the respite we needed. Do not tell me that pizza is not a cure all.


A tiny restaurant, perched awkwardly along a busy road offering refreshingly cold sprite, the always cure all for scrapes and bruises, and HOT DOG PIZZA restored vacation hope in our family. Yes, hot dog pizza. Thank you, Italy.

It was from this point that we realized that all my itineraries and plans needed to be scrapped. It was a pizza epiphany. When you know what works for your family, you need to work with this, no matter what you think the prescribed tour should be. And from that moment on, we split up.

Rome, the good, the bad and the ugly to be continued…

Does Holly get to shop?

Does Alex smile on day 2?

Do Mark and Jake make it in to the Vatican?

All this and more!





Venice, not your regular kind of islands

san marco square

san marco square

When we decided to go away this past summer, we let our oldest son Jake choose our destination. When he decided on Italy,  I knew I wanted to see Venice.  I started reading up on visiting this romantic, astounding, unique place…only to find many sources somewhat discouraging about traveling to Venice with younger children.

Too boring. Too crowded. Too non kid friendly. Too old. Too dangerous.

Good thing we did not listen. Traveling with two teenagers and an almost kindergartner was going to pose certain challenges, this we knew. What we did not plan on was that the supposedly least little kid friendly place we were to visit, would be the place where our 5 year old had the most fun.

And why? Basically because Venice is filled with magical alleyways, waterways filled with song and expansive areas ( yes, I am using expansive to describe this island ) where a little boy, filled with beans, could run and play. San Marco Square was his sanctuary. Early mornings, after getting a caffe for me and a juice for him,  we would go and chase the pigeons and then choose a spot to sit and play. The overwhelming crowds we were told to anticipate? Not there in the mornings. Instead, we spent quiet time decorating a mask, picked up inexpensively for one euro, watching the meticulous dance of the Torre dell’Orologio. That clock amazed my son for the 4 days we were in Venice, never losing it’s charm.

san marco square

san marco square

We did brave lines for the Campanile di San Marco. Alex, the lover of clocks, was determined to get to the top. And so to the top we went. Once there, he happily perched himself on a corner overlooking the Torre dell’Orologio, while  the rest of us drank in the wonderful perspective offered to us from up above the orange roof tops.

campanile di san marco

campanile di san marco

And yes, the gondolas? Worth every penny. The experience of peacefully gliding down the canal while the gondoliers serenaded us was…so NOT how it happened! Instead we were treated to hairpin turns, good natured ( we think ) verbal jousting between gondoliers, water traffic negotiations that made me question how safe we actually were between rival gondolas, water taxis, vaporettos and the occasional kayak, all filled with laughter from my family and a certain air of disbelief that a place like Venice has actually existed for so long.

gondola ride

gondola ride

My daughter describes Venice as the coolest all inclusive ever – you are “stuck” on an island with endless gelato and rides outside your hotel door, an amusement park of historical measure.  Exploring became the name of the game while walking the length of the island. There were hordes of people at times, but only around the busiest of spots – the Palazza Ducale, the Rialto Bridge, the Bridge of Sighs. Once you made your way through these crushes, there opened up wide walkways along the water to enjoy the excitement of waiting gondolas and spectacular private sailing boats, quieter residential areas or to discover the Giardini Pubblici (Public Gardens).  This park area filled with birdsong and with it’s wide avenue leading up to a children’s play area, was a wonderful respite for all of us. The shade and many benches made our hot day so much better.

watching the gondolas

watching the gondolas

Did I mention the heat? The July sun made us crave beach. After days of travel and hot wandering by foot, our little one was tiring. Through my reading, I knew that nearby, a simple Line One vaporetto ride away, was Lido, offering public and private beaches, as well as historical hotels and a laid back feel. To be honest, I found the write ups on Lido to be underwhelming and my expectations were not particularly high. Well, good thing our desire for surf and sand exceeded our belief in guide books…Lido was fantastic.

The moment we stepped off the vaporetto, we knew we had definitely left Venice. A holiday feel permeates Lido. Perhaps it is the shaded street lined with beach stores, the sound of flip flops along the sidewalks or the gelato ringed mouths of the children ( and adults! ) everywhere but if you are looking for relaxation, Lido serves it up. My original plan was to find the Hotel des Bains and ask if we could spend the day on their beach but we were hungry and quickly decided that convenience over planning was going to win out again ( is this not a common occurance when traveling with kids? Please tell me yes…). After quickly wandering through one public beach area, we came upon Venezia Spiagge/ Lungomare D’Annunzio.

the beach hut

the beach hut

It is one of several private beaches on Lido offering beach huts, a restaurant, a beach shop, playgrounds, showers and bathrooms. Many of the huts are rented seasonally or weekly. The most desirable spots are in the front row, facing the ocean, and we lucked out in that one was available that day ( likely because it was a week day ). The combination of the blue and white huts, the warm Adriatic Sea, the simple yet neighbourhood feel of the beachfront and families who were set up around us with their kids and their food, towels blowing in the wind, soccer balls flying…was just perfectly relaxing. Italian was the only language we heard that day,  and we got to use our minimal Italian, usually met with giggles from the Italian children running around. The facilities were spotless ( just remember to bring toilet paper into the stall with you ) and charming ( jugs of nutella hanging from the tree at the beachside resto? Okay!). It was the absolute best way to spend a day in Italy.


We have decided that on our next visit to Venice, we will stay a few nights on Lido and take the 10 minute boat ride over to Venice ( or any of the other islands ). Venice is always busy, humming with activity, and this proved to be a little overwhelming at times for our daughter, who did tire of the constant hawking of toys and souvenirs. And there is a constant barrage of “stuff” to buy, always within reach of your children. The 10 euro straw fedora was a worthwhile hit but stay far, far away from the plastic “splatty” toys – even at one euro, they are way too expensive when they break within minutes ( we learned the hard way, twice ). Hot, disappointed four year olds are never a fun time.

Four days filled with moments we loved – from dining one evening, in the shadow of a centuries old bridge, along a canal, with a jug of house red to the morning Mark and Alex took turns scaring  tourists in their gondolas as they would round the corner of our hotel,  perched on the corner of a busy canal. Venice, we were already missing you as we boarded the train to Rome…

at the corte grimani apart-hotel

at the corte grimani apart-hotel

How we got there: Lufthansa flight from Montreal to Amsterdam to Venice; water taxi charter to the doorstep of our hotel

Apart-Hotel: Corte Grimani

Anche in paradiso non è bello essere soli

“There is no greater torment than to be alone in paradise”

And we were not alone in paradise this summer, while traveling in Italy and beyond with our motley mixture of old teen, mid teen and almost kindergartener.

Fall has fallen, here in Montreal, and with the kids back in school, I have time to revisit the adventure we had this past July. For our Italian jaunt, from Venice to Rome, we traveled by plane, train, vaporetto, gondola and taxi – water and land! Once we were sated with the city experience ( and with a five year old, that moment came sooner than we expected ), we traveled to the coast, catching a cruise ship that visited another Italian port, then France ( sigh ) and Spain.

Since our return, I have shared our experience with several families considering European travels and realized that there is a huge desire for more information. So I am happy to share!

I can not say we had the perfect vacation, we definitely had our challenges ( a tantrum of colossal proportions in Rome with no taxis in 42 degree heat, anyone?). But what we did have was a chance to travel with our kids, young and old, and watch them just drink in the language, the food and the mood of places very different than their home.

Over the next few weeks, I am going to share our favourite places experienced. There was so much to see and we could have stayed weeks in any one of the places we visited. No surprise, some of our choices are not traditional ones as every family travels differently, but hopefully what we saw and loved ( and maybe did not love so much ) will spark a desire to adventure across the ocean for you and your family. Also, traveling with the age of ranges we did and with a child with serious food allergies left us never a dull moment.

And yes, Alex did get to enjoy the absolute deliciousness that is gelato – it just took a little investigating to make it happen!

Venice…Rome…Genoa…Marseille…Barcelona…Palma de Mallorca…Valencia…

Can’t wait to share their loveliness! Image

And one note…you will no doubt notice a certain “girl who should have been at camp”  in the family  photos…

Yes, in a dramatic last minute change of heart, 24 hours before airport check in to fly to Europe, Holly decided that she did want to join us.

Let it be known that you can, in the span of 42 minutes, find a plane ticket, train ticket, rebook cruise ship rooms, re arrange transfers and order cots for apart-hotels. Can you believe it? Nah, no one else really could either:). This is where having a very excited dad and a very capable travel agent came in handy. And thanks to the camp that reached out to us in the knick of time. We loved having Holly with us ( and Jake was thrilled not to have to share a room with Alex…something he did not know before the trip…). It made the family part of our family trip complete.

i am a skipper. who knew.

I finally have time to sit down and plan our trip to Italy. Favoloso, non?

Except that we leave in 5 days. 5 days. Not a lot of time to plan, as it turns out. I have been putting it off. Avoiding it even. 

The trip basics are covered. The kid that is not coming with us is happily tucked away at camp. The kennel is set for the dogs and house sitter is en route. We have aparthotels ready for us in Venice and Rome and even have had allergy cards translated for Alex, so no ouvo’s accidentally pass his lips while eating gelato ( yes, you have to watch for eggs in many flavours of gelato. Foreign countries with allergies is a topic for another day ). My camera choice has been made ( going small, Fuji X100 it is ).

Now the real challenge. 

How to plan for traveling with a 4 year old and a 17 year old, when you have thousands of years of unbelievable history at your disposal? 

We have always traveled with our kids. We have traveled with an infant across London and  Paris. We have traveled with several little kids at a time. We have traveled with a teen and tween and a toddler…but somehow, this time, the age spread between our boys, and the stages they are at, seems vast. 

I even reached out to author and mom of many extraordinaire, Kathy Buckworth, when she was on a recent local radio show, speaking about teens and traveling. When faced with my question, about how to plan for our days and our age spread, she did what most people do, kind of gave a muffled laugh. She then came up with the solution that i had been circling around for awhile – separate plans. Little did I know that accepting this as my solution would bring about a huge revelation about the traveling me…

I am a skipper of sights. Throw tradition out the window, I do believe I am willing to sacrifice Murano glass blowers for a happy walk along a canal. 

I do not feel an overwhelming need to plan my day around every monument, church, fountain and plaque. Saying this as i pack my bags ( okay, not really, i am still at the laundry stage ), to visit some of the most richly storied and romantic cities in the world, seems trite. My European experiences are not so diverse and schooled that I am dismissing the traditional tourist path as unimportant…I simply do not think we can maintain the pace of a schedule that would allow us to see “everything” in the amount of time we have. Well, not to the satisfaction that I feel we would need to say that we have truly experienced the depth of history we will soon be faced with. Or to the happiness of the family i am traveling with.

And because of this, in recognizing that we are working on a limited schedule and attention spans, and realizing that we will not be able to visit everything the guide books are encouraging me too, accepting that this is okay has made me feel wonderful about *not* seeing everything and giddy about what we will experience. 

Our oldest kid is a history nut. He is the one that chose Italy as our destination. He has been waiting his whole life to visit the Vatican. And he will, on his schedule, without his young, impatient, toy obsessed, historically ignorant brother dragging him by his sweaty hand through the Vatican Museums, giving no thought to looking up at the sistine chapel ( and saving everyone the exasperated mortification of four year old potty humour along the way ). 

The little man will be happily paddling around the lake, feeding ducks and dressing up at the Casina di raffaello at Villa Borghese park, picnicing. At four, he will be oblivious to the beauty in the art around him, but not to the beauty in the adventure that will surround him. 

Separate plans with the twin result of two happy boys at the end of the day. Not a traditional approach to the family vacation maybe, but the key to the success of this one I believe. 

My planning, or lack of, seems to now be focusing on food – that is always a good plan, right? We may not hit every place we *should* but who will complain on a stomach full of prosecco and spicy rice balls, on a warm evening in a piazzo surrounded by the noise of a European summertime, singing gondoliers and children playing soccer…it will be this idyllic, right? 

Oh! I am still taking recommendations for things to not miss…or maybe miss…or maybe miss something else for if you have any suggestions. My schedule is still pretty wide open, you know:). 

alex + jake on the road in 2010

their last “boys only” family trip in 2010. they are a little bigger now.