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Family travel is complicated. And sometimes fun.
The Best time to Join the Resistance
I'm not a Star Wars person, but I've been on Rise of the Resistance half a dozen times. The shiniest (if not quite newest) of Disney's rides is packed full of impressive effects and the mere scale of the experience is enough to make it worth a ride or two to even the the most apathetic of Star Wars viewers. And, I'll admit, there was a sort of thrill to the exclusivity of the the whole thing-- I was one of the lucky few who scored a Boarding Group that day, and it was only fair that I take advantage of it.
By Sophie Clark4 years ago in Families
Must Have Experiences from a New Year’s Eve in Australia
There will be many reasons to visit Australia on your vacation, right? But, none will be quite adventurous, eventful, and entertaining like visiting a country during the new year celebrations. A new year trip can definitely give you a drive that can last till the end of the year. A new year in Australia that has an exciting charm around it, can promise you an eternal mind of joy, peace, and fun. Wherever you are, the turn of the year is always a special day.
By Evelyn Adam4 years ago in Families
How to plan a trip to China with kids
China is a destination that should not be missed with its rich history and cultural heritage, ancient wonders, and one-of-a-kind cuisine. It’s a land brimming with fun activities, educational experiences and relaxing adventures. Planning a trip to China with kids may seem daunting at first, evoking all sorts of emotions, stress and anxiety. However, with some creative, practical planning, it can be a breeze if you go about it the right way.
By Peaushan Devanarayana4 years ago in Families
Hope Brigade Days
A few hour's drive outside of the busy city of Vancouver, British Columbia, is the town of Hope, B.C. Brigade Days have been celebrated in this community since 1968 and have become an important event in the town community. My entire family, at various times, has all enjoyed this event.
By Bruce Curle `4 years ago in Families
Adulting in Europe
I have had the good fortune to travel. Just out of my teens, old enough to appreciate the gift and young enough to make the most if it, I was sent off, along with my brothers, to run amok for months through Europe on a budget. We had so many adventures, travelling through countries without the binds of parents, which would change each one of us and create memories to treasure. Our dad was Swiss born and his chilled out parenting style was never more apparent as when he sent us off packing, passing out Euro rail passes, paper maps, and pocket money while waving and laughing. We would be gone for months with only each other, learning life lessons and collecting adult experiences. Day one with nerves for breakfast, we strapped on monster sized mountaineering backpacks and hiked across the creek to wait at the train tracks. We would leave at the crack of dawn to catch the earliest train from his Swiss chalet. We would grin wildly and wave at our Dad who smiled wisely while watching from the terrace. We would carefully map out the countries we planned to visit, assuring we would sleep on the trains for the duration of the travel and awake upon arriving in new cities. That was about as far out as our planning would allow. Once we were unleashed from our baggage, we would free style our visits. Finding places to stay on a budget and getting lost in the villages were typical days in our lives’ privileges. This was the year 2000, before tragedy struck the US and the internet created havoc. Although we were young and it wasn’t yet demanded, we were incredibly aware of our privilege and were bowled over with gratitude. Our Dad came from nothing and worked hard his whole life, but he instilled in us humility and the importance of generosity. Allowing us the opportunity to see parts of the world we only knew from books and movies, he gifted us with an appreciation for life in other cultures.
By Max Mariner4 years ago in Families
Family Origins
I. I grew up in Saint Albert, Alberta. Canada, to be more specific. All my family was there; so, I thought. Really it was just all the family that I knew. At seven years old I did not know that I had a whole other identity of people who claimed to be kin, a whole other family who shared pigments of my skin.
By Riley Forest4 years ago in Families
