Mango trees lined the boundary wall of the resort we had actually booked for the night stop. They were brief trees, laden with green unripe fruit. My three-year-old boy took a look at them in marvel. He cupped his palm around one little mango hanging on a low branch and laughed. Far so excellent, I believed. I had actually been worried about the journey. It was our first journey with the toddler and to complicate matters it was occurring in the middle of the summer heat wave.
Despite the fact that a summer season journey to the hills was a yearly ritual for us before we had our kid, the mere idea of a journey with a child seemed daunting. Having actually had rather difficult airplane and train journeys with him, we were not truly sure if we might pull off a trip. When summer came this particularly hot year, the hills beckoned and we chose to give it a shot. Continue reading “We Aced Toddler Roadway Travel These Holidays, Here’s How”