What is life if not for a series of experiences?
When I was little and we moved to Chicagoland we’d often spend the summers vacationing back in California. We drove. Never flew.
Along the way we’d have our adventures. And we’d keep our journals.
Along the way I’d capture my own memories.
Sometimes it was discovering the Eagles by finding a lost cassette tape in Las Vegas and falling in love with “Hotel California“. Sometimes it was discovering there’s a limit to how many times I can reasonably listen to Fiddler on the Roof’s “If I Were a Rich Man“. Sometimes it was listening to LL Cool J’s “I Need Love” in the middle of the night while Dad was driving. Or Madonna’s “Borderline” while driving through New Mexico.
One of the joys of parenthood is making my children do the things my parents made me do (as I’m sure they will do to their own children).
But this is 2013. And in 2013 we don’t keep paper journals. We blog.
I invite you to follow as I take my children to places around the world. Two travelers. A brother & sister. Four shoes.