"There is a tendency to view travel with young children as the modern equivalent of a hair shirt, a penance preferably avoided, or at best, endured. Kids, it is held, with their whining and restlessness and tantrums, dilute the inherent joys of wandering so profoundly that the resulting experience is, at best, a lukewarm rendition of the real thing, incomparable to the eye-opening, heart-stretching miracle that was travel-before-parenthood. Meaningful family journeys (never mind enjoyable) are widely regarded as a myth; the unattainable dream of selfish parents, and a bloody nuisance for everyone else.
From Saturday's Globe and Mail
Published Saturday, Mar. 03, 2012 6:00AM ESTSpecial to The Globe and Mail