family travel

Wander answers all your questions about family travel except "Are we there yet?"

How to Travel Around the World with a Baby
You may have been advised against travelling to far off destinations with a baby or heard horror stories of misbehaving babies on planes; don't let such things deter you from taking your baby on your travels because it can be done and enjoyed too! Here are some insights on what to keep in mind that will help make the trip unforgettable for all the right reasons.
By Ayodha Ushani5 years ago in Wander
Flying with a Toddler: Top 5 Tips. Top Story - March 2021.
I get a lot of questions from new parents related to flying with a toddler and infants now that travel restrictions are lifting and the weather is improving. Here are the top tips I always give out for successful experiences!
By Sarah Edwards5 years ago in Wander
How can the Maldives be the best trip family ever?
A family holiday in the Maldives? It’s not something you hear every day, is it? Well, to your surprise, you will find that the Maldives is one of the tropical destinations where you can have an ultimate family holiday. Even though the Maldives have been marketed as a honeymoon destination, you must know that there are plenty of activities you can do and experience as a family. So how can you have the best family trip in the Maldives?
By traveltheworld world5 years ago in Wander
THE OTHER JOURNAL
Adventure was a romanticized relic belonging to star-gazing men of a bygone era. The narrative map of her “adventure” was not pinned with the same serendipitous fortunes, freshly discovered natural splendors, or altruistic strangers turned companions that she had read about in her grandfather’s journal. It was mostly a lonesome trip, with occasional awkward encounters, frequent mishaps, and rare moments of beauty that she felt obligated to capture on camera.
By Emily Ott5 years ago in Wander
Sahuaritos
Arizona, 2012 Ay my dear Yolis, This is not a letter. “For the sahuaros, grandma?” “Yes. For the orphans of the Sonoran desert. When are you coming with me to the ranch apacito? Don’t you want to see the sahuaritos?”
By Adrian F Ornelas5 years ago in Wander
The traveling notebook
Today was the same as every Tuesday. Rachel switched on her lamp at 5:30 am and staggered across the room to silence the siren blaring from her phone. She had already been laying there for an hour so that incessant barking from her phone was unnecessary. It was still dark outside and she saw her outfit laid out in the light of the lamp. All black. She put her hair in braids to avoid another customer complaint about a strand of long blonde hair in their food. It had been falling out ever since she quit taking birth control pills when her relationship ended. Hormones.
By Emma Thoday5 years ago in Wander
Caravan
Caravan In the early summer of 1972, my dad made a decision which would have a profound impact on our family life; He decided to buy a caravan. The decision was spurred no doubt by the events of our earlier camping holiday to the Lake District that year, or the ‘Easter Uprising’ as I like to call it. Much of the detail has been erased from my memory, (Trauma?) but essentially a huge storm blew up in the night, and almost took our tent, and us with it. Picture the scene from Wizard of Oz where Dorothy’s house is picked up by the Twister and carried far from Kansas, but replace the house with a 5 person family Tent ( called I believe rather optimistically “Weathermaster”.) and you won’t be too far off. I have vague recollections of my mum clinging to a tent pole while my sisters and I cowered in a corner. My dad ran around outside in the howling wind and rain with a mallet desperately trying to hammer in more pegs and shore up the fly sheet which was flapping around like a banshee. Suddenly a whole corner of the tent lifted, and we seemed to be about to take flight. “Ted, TED!’ I can’t hold it!” mum screamed! My dad poked through the front flap looking every bit as deranged as Jack Nicholson in the Shining but considerably wetter ( and holding a mallet not an axe.) My mums face was wet too, but I don’t know if that was rain or tears. Quickly assessing the imminent danger of ‘Lift Off’ he screamed instructions at us his wimpering offspring; Myles ( 8) “Get over in that corner! Quick! , Jackie (6) Over there!, Debi ( 18 months) Stay there!” ( I don’t think she could have moved even if she understood.). Then he disappeared back through the flap to redouble his manic hammering.
By Myles5 years ago in Wander
StoryWorth: A Book of Your Stories, One Question at a Time
Our daughter Leslie gave me a StoryWorth subscription for Christmas. I receive an email every morning that asks me a question about my life. I usually answer each question on my iPhone while I am drinking coffee in bed, before I start my day. Most people get one question a week, but I like to write, especially when the words flow right out of my head to the keyboard. At the end of the year, all the questions that I have answered will be the content of a hard copy book. Pictures can be included at the time of my post or at any time before printing my book.
By Bill Coleman5 years ago in Wander
A TRIP TO REMEMBER
There were so many days that Dominick and Natasha wanted to go on their adventure. But they could never getaway. There was always something going on. They were so busy that every month that passed there plains for this beautiful experience grew further and further away. Until one day, they both were fed up with their work and everything going on in their lives that they jumped in their car and took off driving out of the city.
By Laura mclean5 years ago in Wander
My top hometown to visit
Hometowns bring back nostalgia of childhoods and simplicity. Sometimes they bring back sad memories. It is always in the eyes of the beholder. I have more than one hometown, per say, but the one I truly call home is deep in the mountains of North Carolina. A small quaint town called Banner Elk. My heart hurts, and trills at the same time for such a beautiful destination I get to call home.
By Lillianne Ashner5 years ago in Wander
Gypsy's Soul
Everyone paints themselves as victims in their stories because no one ever feels sorry for the villain. No ever stops to think that the villain is just a victim that never got rescued by the hero. Inside of every villain is a victim that just wanted to be saved. At least that's what I liked to tell myself whenever I felt bad about leaving home. My mother told me that when I was born, my eyes never stopped searching the room. Almost as if I was looking for something or someone specific. She named me Gypsy because of it, always telling people that from the moment I was born I was always searching for home. I guess that's one thing she got right. I always knew that home was more of a feeling, and less of a place. So although she hated when I ran away, she understood my need to be free. But freedom always comes at a price. A price that I’d be paying for the rest of my life.
By Chartay Powell5 years ago in Wander
I Traveled to Santo Domingo During Quarantine
The plane from New Jersey was packed, and we landed just outside of the Santo Domingo, en un aropuerto, and quickly exchanged our American dollars for Dominican pesos. The exchange rate is 57 pesos for every dollar. I exchanged $100 and we got in lines for customs.
By Michael X Christopher5 years ago in Wander