65°F2:55 AM My mantra for travel is to pack light. I learned this lesson several years ago the hard way. As novice travelers, my husband and I packed two ridiculously large suitcases and had to carry them up an eight-flight staircase in Amsterdam that was about as narrow as my attention span. Those Dutch know how to bike and build ships... elevators are not their thing. No wonder they're all so skinny.
I am in the throes of preparing for a trip to South America with my almost one-year-old son Jack. I've made lists of what I need to pack, investigated what medications we need to ward off typoid (more on this later!) and booked the dog f
In two and a half weeks, I am flying down to Ecuador by myself with Jack. Yes... you read that correctly, I. Am. Taking. A. Baby. To. South. America. By. Myself. Once we arrive in Quito, we will meet up with my husband (who is doing work in Peru) and some friends who live there and their brand new baby girl. When I tell people this their jaws drop. “You're flying on an airplane with Jack by yourself for over 6 hours? You're taking a baby to a third world country?!” Their faces usually crumple to a mixture of pity, fear and incredulity.