I’ve always wondered what it would be like if family flights existed. Would it be all screaming, crying and tantrum-throwing? Or would it be a more communal, understanding environment without the looks of disdain and the feelings of shame when you are “that mom”? In reality, I don’t think it would be either. Parents are equally as judgmental when flying as non-parents. Read more.
It’s getting to be the summer and as I surfed Pinterest this morning, I found this photo of Venice and it reminded me of my husband and my trip there for our anniversary. Venice, Italy, is definitely somewhere I would like to revisit for a second honeymoon.