On the same day we visited Stonehenge, my parents took me to another playground called Windsor Castle. It’s where the Queen lives. Well, sometimes. It’s close to Heathrow Airport and planes flew over all the time. I like planes a lot and I point it out every time I see one just in case my parents miss it.
Papa expected the castle to be in the middle of a large park or something but it’s right in the middle of town. We parked almost in front of the castle where I got strapped in my stroller. Walking up to the castle, the streets were lined with people. They told us the Queen was about to pass by. How exciting!
I like planes. Every time I see or hear one I will point it out to Papa and Mama. We’re in the Netherlands right now and there’s a lot of them everywhere. Pointing to the sky is a full time occupation for me. Papa calls me a planespotter and took me to the place where they go into the sky! Apparently it’s a populair thing to do in the Netherlands and Oma is a big of an expert. Mama said we were nuts.
One of the challenges of travelling with parents is that they’re not on the same sleep cycle as me. I mean, who wants to stay up past 9? Well, Mama and Papa do and when you share a hotelroom it can be pretty annoying when they’re not quiet.
Most hotel rooms don’t have a separate room where I can sleep in peace. When Papa and Mama put me down to sleep, they leave the room and sit out in the hallway otherwise I’ll keep yelling their names. I can’t help myself, it’s a compulsion. When I’m asleep they come back in and put blankets over my crib so I won’t notice the lights or TV. It works but it’s a production and I appreciate the effort.
A few months ago Opa came over for a visit and we took a weekend trip to Whistler. Whistler is a mountain resort north of Vancouver. Just the drive there is awesome. It was my first time there and I had a hoot. My cousin Alex was there as well and I like playing with him.
Transportation is one of the things parents are very useful for and they found an new and enjoyable way to move me around. They rented a bike with a buggy and Papa pulled me and Alex around Whistler.
It was a rainy October morning when Papa and Mama hoisted me in the car again. We were leaving a lovely place called the New Forest where mini ponies walk around freely. I like ponies. They were taking me to a place called Stonehenge. Doesn’t sound exactly like a playground.
Hi. My name is Mari. Thanks for visiting my blog. I was born in 2011 and at the time of writing this I’m almost 1.5 years old. I like to travel and my parents do as well. So far I’ve visited 3 continents and 8 countries. I’ve seen some cool things along the way and met some incredibly nice people as well.
Travelling with parents can be hard. They don’t always know what they’re doing. Travelling with me isn’t that hard but sometimes they over prepare and sometimes they under prepare. I’ve learned a lot about what to do and my Papa tells me I should share these tips about our trips on this blog. Let me know what you think.