Kevin and I recently spent a week in Paris with my parents, and although a week in Paris is always a good thing, a week in a foreign country in the constant company of one’s parents is something never undertaken without a great deal of trepidation – for obvious reasons. I remember when I was younger, and my grandmother would tell me about all of the wonderful trips she and my grandfather had taken with her parents, to Italy, Greece, Turkey, Israel, etc. I thought she must have been smoking crack. As a teenager, you can’t stand to even sit down at the dinner table with your own parents, much less spend a month abroad with them!
And despite being in each other’s constant company for a whole week, we still had lots to say to one another and (almost) never fought. So now I think traveling with one’s parents is a fine mode of travel. It may even be my preferred mode. So, what do you think, folks – next year, Rome?
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