You may have caught on, I’m plagued with wanderlust. I have the infinite want to travel no matter what my situation – I love being on the road (or in the sky depending on the destination). As such, a couple years back I had the opportunity, last minute albeit, to take a trip to Europe. I had 2 weeks off work and my paychecks were burning a hole in my pocket. I looked into flights, talked it over with my family, and decided there’s no time like the present… my parent’s had the same thought.
Now, I’m not opposed to traveling with my parents, but at the time I was 24 all I wanted was independence. After a little more planning and a new stop added onto the trip we were on a plane to Rome. We spent one week walking the cobbled streets of Rome, eating gelato and listening to stories my Italian father had of the places he knew as a child. My dad was born and raised in Sicily and he loves being back in his home country. It was amazing to see his stories come alive through the city’s landscape. I always took for granted my dad’s love of history and his love of his country. I am so glad I was able to travel to Italy with him, I can’t wait to go back.
After an amazing week seeing history come alive right in front of me, we were off to my preferred destination – London. Words cannot convey my love for this city, a love I have had long before I was even able to visit. London feels like home, I’ve always had the need to be there. Our plane touched down at Heathrow after midnight, so sightseeing was pushed to the next day. We rented a flat in Battersea (thanks to my sister for finding amazing accommodations) this was the best choice for us. We all had our own space and weren’t confined to one room together.
Early the next morning we jumped on the train and headed to Victoria Station. I remember walking out of the station and seeing the double-decker buses for the first time with my mom. She had always wanted to visit there too, it was amazing to be able to share that experience with her. We walked and walked that day, luckily it was late May so it was warm and sunny – a great surprise. It was a great week in London with my parents, I had a few friends living in the city so I had the opportunity to meet up with them and get some of the feel of non-tourist London. My parents loved walking through the parks during the day and I loved walking the beautiful lit up streets at night. London is a magical city.
Sadly our trip came to an end and we flew back to Toronto. I was so sad to leave it behind and not know when the next time I was able to visit would be, little did I know I would be back in 6 months, but that’s another story.
I am so glad I traveled to Europe with my parents as an adult, it gave me a whole new perspective on our relationship. Of course we had our fights and they embarrassed me in front of the cute English boys, but at the end of the day they are my parents and they’re going to embarrass me no matter what. If you’re thinking of traveling with your parents as an adult, I say DO IT! Make sure you get some time alone to explore and see the things you want to see, if you can do it – get your own room (you’ll need it!), and lastly enjoy your time with them, let them tell you the stories of their youth no matter how many times you’ve heard it.
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Traveling with parents is very memorable. At my age of 42 my parents still loves to travel but of course I need to be with them from time to time. It is very tiring to travel and there are time I also wanted to travel alone and just to have the best time of my life too. Well, I guess its our parents pleasure is also at steak here. Good Bless you more with travel and good times together.
I agree, after showing this blog to my parents and chatting with them about our travels, I can tell that it was one of their favourite travel experiences too!
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