Spring in Scandinavia

I follow The Points Guy on Facebook – if you value travel discounts you should too – and this past January, days after returning from a three week Asian extravaganza, I stumbled upon a headline that left me rubbing my eyes:  “Kids Fly (Almost) Free on SAS.

Given that B had just taken a substantial vacation with us, there was no question of him jetting off to Scandinavia anytime soon, but after a few frenzied entreaties to friends to join me, I could contain myself no more.  I booked a Spring Break journey flying into Copenhagen and out of Stockholm for myself, Peeg (4), and Froog (2), for the cost of a single adult ticket and an extra $45 in fees.

I)  Transit Plans:  

  • 17458400_786503361499711_2192032161553913639_nFlights: SAS (Scandinavian Airlines), Friday (Day 1) late night redeye from Chicago to Copenhagen arriving at 1:30pm on Saturday (Day 2).  Thursday (Day 7) afternoon return from Stockholm to Chicago arriving at 6:30pm the same evening.
  • Sweden’s SJ high speed train offers a direct connection (5hrs) from Copenhagen Central Station to Stockh17626141_788219594661421_5287493414050202764_nolm Central Station.  Tickets are available for online up to a month in advance, with pricing based on demand (relatively inexpensive in advance but shoots up closer to travel time).  My ticket was 315 SEK (about $35 USD) and the kids’ were 51 SEK (about $6) each.  I also decided to purchase rebookable tickets lest something come up, which cost an additional 118 SEK.  All in our fare for travel on Day 5 (Tuesday) was 535 SEK ($60).

II)  Constraints:

  • Weather:  Dry in Denmark, highs in the low to mid 50s, lows in t17457656_788219654661415_9152534819145383882_nhe thirties.  Scattered rain and snow showers in Sweden, highs in the high 30s to mid 40s, lows in the low 30s to high 20s.
  • Travelers:  Me (23 weeks pregnant), Peeg (4.5), Froog age (2).  I was also able to convince a friend to join us in Stockholm (although by “was able to convince” I actually mean “told [her] about the airline promotion”), so starting Tuesday afternoon we added my friend Sarah and her three kids P1 (6.5), O (4.5), and P2 (almost 2) to the mix.

III)  Accommodations.

From our Quebec City trip I realized that I didn’t need a separate room for the kids, since they’d likely sleep with me, or a full kitchen, since the groceries I like on hand (milk, cereal, bread, and fruit) can be stored in a mini-fridge, so either a vacation rental (AirBnB or VRBO) or hotel17499216_787029118113802_6812511433484224061_n would have worked.  In this case, AirBnB ended up being the most cost effective option.

  • A lovely Copenhagen studio in the Indre By (Old Town) neighborhood fit the bill from Saturday-Tuesday at about $80/night (Scandinavia isn’t cheap, and this was pretty much the cheapest centrally located accommodation I could find).
  • Stockholm was even pricier and our constrain17554382_788759927940721_3901300073570675168_nts more rigid (we wanted at least 3 bedrooms for the 2 adults and 5 kids).  We ended up with a 4 bedroom apartment in Gamla Stan (Old Town) from Saturday-Thursday that cost us $250/night – hardly a steal, but still cheaper than hotel rooms for 7.

IV)  Packing List

I intend to do a later post in which I review some of my favorite (and also less beloved) travel gear in depth, but for this post, I’ll just give the basics on what I packed.

  • Kinderwagon Jump, double stroller.  Froog still rides pretty comfortably in the Boba Air, but he is heavy to lug around all day or if I’m also carrying a week’s worth of luggage.  Also, at 23 weeks pregnant I wasn’t bursting or anything, but carrying a squirmy toddler over my bump wasn’t ideal.  I chose the Jump over our Uppababy G-Luxe because the former is only 3lbs heavier but has a roomier bottom basket that can remain occupied even when the stroller is folded and has a jump seat for either another child or a piece of luggage.  (I did buy an after m17499312_786502921499755_8045407246864677166_narket carry strap for the stroller, though.)
  • Boba Air – in case the stroller needed to be checked at the airport, folded on the train, or folded and carried along with Froog + baggage up any stairs.
  • Zinc Flyte Mini – greatest child travel invention ever: kid-sized roller suitcase with a built-in scooter.  The Zinc Flyte allows Peeg to carry her own stuff while also keeping pace with me, and has the added bonus of the being incredibly fun and the envy of every kid in the airport.
  • My bags:  an L.L.Bean Backpack (for clothes and toiletries), a medium sized purse (for my wallet, enough diapers and wipes for the first 24 hours, phone and phone charger, and headphones for the kids and for me along with a multisplitter), and a passport holder (which could be hung around my neck or tucked into my purse or backpack, for our passports, boarding passes, and a printout of important and interesting stuff).
  • Clothes:  We all wore Ugg boots with wool socks (4 pairs/person), wool coats, and cashmere scarves.  For Peeg and I, I packed 3 full outfits (pants, camisole, long-sleeved base layer, sweater/shirt) to be worn 2x each, and for Froog 17554585_787669628049751_4017802889559830582_nI packed 4 outfits (pants, tank, long-sleeved button down, sweater) to be worn 2x each plus an extra in case of accident, 3 pairs of PJs for the kids (one to be worn on the first flight), 1 pair of PJs for me, sufficient underwear for Peeg and I (24 hours worth of diapers for Froog), fleece-lined hats and mittens for the kids (and hats and gloves for me).
  • Other:  Toiletries (I wore glasses and packed sunglasses, extra contacts, a contacts case, lens fluid, 3 toothbrushes, toothpaste, deodorant, children’s and adult Tylenol and Benadryl, a comb, and a tiny bit of makeup – hey, it’s Europe!), two Bjorn bibs (I can still convince Peeg to wear one of these as long as she doesn’t have friends around because she’s vain enough to not want to dirty her clothes 😉 ), and a Contigo water bottle.

scandinavia_infoV)  Things I Planned Ahead (or Didn’t)

Other than flights, accommodation, and the Copenhagen to Stockholm train, all I did in advance was purchase a Copenhagen Card and a Stockholm Pass.  One of my two full days in Copenhagen was Monday (Day 3) – a day when most museums and tourist attractions were closed – and also many Scandinavian attractions, like Tivoli Gardens for example, are closed in early Spring (likely why the SAS flight promotion cropped up in the first place), so I made a list of interesting local attractions and their hours.  I also made a brunch reservation for Sunday (Day 3) morning, but ended up canceling it the morning of because of jet-lag.

VI)  Lessons Learned

  • I’m really glad I had the Kinderwagon Jump double stroller.  Peeg did a ton of walking, but when she was exhausted, co17499116_787669504716430_4541841983046993171_nuldn’t keep up (when we marched with the Amalienborg changing of the guard in Copenhagen, for example), or just needed to be herded close (boarding and off-boarding public transportation in Stockholm) having the jump seat available was a relief for both of us!  Even loaded with both kids, it maneuvered far better on cobblestone than I’d anticipated.
  • Once again, I loved the Zinc Flyte scooter suitcase.  Peeg enjoyed riding it around the airports, and it was helpful to me that I could use the stroller’s jump seat to set down my very heavy backpack and still have Peeg able to keep up with me.
  • I could have gone either way on the Boba Air.  The only times I used it were when I had to carry Froog and our bags down the jet bridge at CPH because the gate-checked stroller had been taken to arrivals (I actually carried Froog all the way to the baggage claim, but CPH has available strollers that I could’ve used upon exiting the jet bridge) and also when I carried him + bags + stroller up six flights of stairs to our Stockholm apartment.  I probably could have forced him to walk the CPH jet bridge, and I could have made multiple trips up the stairs, but honestly, the carrier was lightweight enough that it didn’t hurt to have it on hand.
  • Our outfit planning was perfect.  Even on the snowy, wet Stockholm day when we spent a half hour waiting for a bus in 30 degree weather, the kids didn’t complain of cold.  Th17523560_787669841383063_4283284872422023653_ne numbers of outfits were spot on – none of the kids’ top shirts/sweaters could have been re-worn without them looking filthy, but they also started each day looking freshly dressed.  In retrospect, we could have gotten away with fewer undershirts and base layers.  The kids are too young for serious body odor and could easily have worn a single undershirt all week.  We also would have been fine 2 pairs of socks per person and 2 pairs of PJs per kid.  I don’t know that forgoing a handful of items of kids’ clothing would have made a significant ding in my pack’s weight though.
  • The Copenhagen Card was well worth it – it included all local transit and covered admission for all three of us to everything I was interested in; it was also very easy to claim inside the airport.  I had been more hesitant to purchase the Stockholm Pass, and in retrospect I should have forgone it altogether.  Claiming it from a department store a few blocks away from Stockholm Central Station was a bit of a pain, it wasn’t particularly cost effective for us, the transit pass was extra, and I still had to pay extra for Peeg at one of the three places I used the pass.  Moreover, the only public transit I used was the bus, and I learned later that on any Stockholm bus, in addition to children under 7 traveling gratis, a single adult accompanying a child in a stroller rides free too.  This perk exists because stroller loading is easier via the back door, and Swedes don’t want to inconvenience guardians or interior flow by making adults abandon kids to walk up front and pay.  Moreover, I still had to wait in line at both the Vasa Museum and Junibacken even thought the pass is advertised as sparing one waits.
  • My sleep/jet lag strategy was solid this trip.  On the late night redeye, I insisted that they sleep immediately17498743_786503058166408_8183560054391347021_n.  They both fell asleep before takeoff, and Froog slept all the way through.  Peeg, unfortunately, was woken by a crying baby about 40 minutes in, but she woke just in time for dinner service; although a second dinner at midnight was clearly unnecessary, she ate well and fell asleep for the remainder of the flight.  After arriving at our Copenhagen apartment, we napped briefly, but I made sure we were up and out by 4pm (4 hours before I intended for us to sleep).  The first two nights Froog woke up in the middle of the night and stayed awake for several hours, so on the second night,I gave him a dose of Benadryl as soon as he awoke.  That put him back to sleep within half an hour, and he was fine the rest of the trip.  Sunday – Day 3, our first full day in Copenhagen – we came back to the apartment after lunch so tha17499060_789681074515273_4340225239312592424_nt the kids could nap.  The remaining days, Froog napped on the go (on tour buses or on the train), and Peeg was generally fine (on Day 4 she napped briefly on the tour bus too).  On the return flight, the kids watched TV to their hearts’ content, but I put them to bed promptly upon arriving home.
  • While the airfare and sheer adventure of it all made our trip well worth it, March really isn’t the best time to visit Copenhagen and Stockholm.  We passed by Tivoli Gardens several times, and poor Peeg was so disappointed we couldn’t go in!  The weather was a total crapshoot. Copenhagen ended up being pleasant e17499584_787669724716408_1014725573770833911_nnough, but the Stockholm weather was awful; although we were appropriately clad, slushy, muddy, leafless drear didn’t do the lovely city any favors. 72 hours in Copenhagen gave me a decent taste of the city, and although wish I could have spent more time in Christiania in particular, a few rounds on the bus tour allowed us to at least see it all briefly.  48 hours in Stockholm didn’t do it justice at all.  In part this discrepancy was because in Sweden we spent far more time in museums and far less time walking as opposed to what we did in Denmark, largely due to weather, but Stockholm also felt like a much bigger city that merited more time.  As much as I loved Copenhagen, I don’t know that I’d make an effort to return whereas I’d really like to revisit Stockholm again someday (preferably with B!).

VII)  Itinerary

  • Day 1 – Friday:  Eat dinner at home in Chicago, shower, get dressed in PJs (kids), and head to the airport.  Board 11pm redeye to Copenhagen and sleep on the plane (no screen time!).
  • Day 2 – Saturday:  Land in CPH around 1:30pm.  Scandinavian Airlines at CPH does not make gate-checked strollers available at the jet bridge, so they need to be claimed at baggage claim (free strollers are available for use inside the airport).  Pick up Copenhagen Card at Arrivals and then take a local train from the airport station to Copenhagen Central (carrying the Copenhagen Card was sufficient – didn’t need to swipe it anywhere).  Walk from Copenhagen Central to our apartment in Indre By.  Unpack a little, take a nap, and then head out for a short walk to scope out the neighborhood.  Dinner at Restaurant Puk – an excellent primer on Danish cuisine.  We were seated immediately upon arrival despite lacking reservations, but many patrons who appeared after us didn’t share our luck.  Although Puk is not geared toward kids in anyway, the private booths and convivial atmosphere made me feel totally comfortable with the littles in tow.  After a short post-dinner walk, we stopped by a nearby Netto grocery to purchase diapers, fruit, cereal, and milk.
  • Day 3 – Sunday:  The kids didn’t wake up until a bit past 9 (and I didn’t wake them).  I canceled my 10am brunch reservation at Julian – a restaurant in the Nationalmuseet, and we instead had fruit and cereal in the apartment.  After getting ready, we walked to the Nationalmuseet (National Museum) of Denmark (free with Copenhagen Card) and spent several hours mostly in the children’s wing.  For lunch we picked up pastries from Lagkagehuset and ate them back at the apartment.  Then, the kids took an afternoon nap.  After nap, we visited the nearby
  • Day 4 – Changing of the Guard, Hop On/Off Bus tour, Boat Tour,
  • Day 5 – We took a cab to the train station that morning because our train departed at 8:20am, and it seemed cruel to wake a 4 year old up at dawn and make her walk in the cold (even if it was only a half mile).  Took the train straight from Copenhagen’s Central Station to Stockholm’s (no changes).  I’d planned to walk from Stockholm Central Station to our apartment, but our host advised against it because Stockholm is a little hilly and it was almost a mile away.  I followed his advice and took a cab with booster seats.  Met our friends there and had dinner at an Italian restaurant in Gamla Stan.
  • Day 6 – breakfast of pastries from a bakery downstairs, train to Vasa Museum, walked from there to Junibacken (lunch there), got on Hop On/Off Bus to get a look at the whole city, dinner at a Mexican joint in Gamla Stan.
  • Day 7, I pre-arranged a taxi with boosters from the apartment to the airport (at that point I was exhausted from walking, and hauling Froog and luggage up and down stairs, and I was simply unwilling to suffer public transportation further while lugging everything).  Turns out you can’t gate check strollers at Arlanda, but I didn’t realize this (never saw a sign, nor did anyone tell me), until right before I entered the final boarding area.  After a little bit of drama, some very kind flight staff were able to just bring my stroller on the plane.

Car Seat Quandaries

Redux

  • Babies can go in rear-facing bucket seats.  Most work until 30lbs/30″.  These are safest in a vehicle as well as easy to travel with when snapped into a stroller.
  • Cosco Scenera NEXT (transported via backpack) is bulky but lightweight and works from infancy to 40lbs/40″.
  • Ridesafer Travel Vest works for booster-ready kids from 35″/30lbs (size Small) up to 57″/80lbs (size Large).  Cannot be used on a plane.
  • Mifold Booster is great from 40lbs/40″ all the way up to 100lbs/57″. Cannot be used on a plane.
  • If you’re not driving at the other end of your trip, a CARES harness works is an airplane restraint for kids between 22-44lbs and under 40″.

Travel with young children creates a quandary of what to do about car seats.  For frequent drivers, several resources describe the pros and cons of various vehicle restraints.  The Car Seat Lady is one of my favorites.  Alas, what’s appropriate for routine use or road trips can differ wildly from what’s appropriate (or even possible) if you’re flying someplace you need a car, especially if you’re an adult going solo with kids.  Many rental car companies offer car seats, but they’re expensive.  In some markets such as NYC, Uber can provide car seats (the IMMI Go), but that’s not an option most of the time.  In other cases, you may be driving with friends/family at your destination.

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Luggage for two adults and two kids flying to South Carolina for a week, including two Cosco Sceneras in backpacks.

In our household, infants ride in a Chicco Keyfit 30 (an infant bucket seat) until it’s outgrown and then move into a Diono Radian RXT convertible.  I’m a big proponent of extended rear-facing, so Peeg rear-faced in the Radian until she was just shy of 5, and now she’s forward-facing in it.  For travel, however, I refuse to carry one, let alone two or three, 27-pound behemoths.  Alas, most high quality convertible car seats hover around 20lbs, which means they’re not conducive to hand transport.  When Peeg outgrew her Chicco, I purchased a Cosco Scenera (now the Scenera NEXT) from Walmart for less than $40.  This super lightweight (7lbs), no frills car seat, coupled with an inexpensive car seat backpack, is great for travel with one kid.  When Looga was still in the Chicco, I could clip that into the caddy frameCity Mini GT double, or Kinderwagon Jump and comfortably carry the Scenera on my back.  Until Peeg outgrew the Scenera height limit a month ago, we kept two in B’s car, and on a trip to South Carolina in June, B and I each carried one in backpacks.  Despite their light weight, multiple Sceneras do not, however, fit in a single backpack, which means that – not being Hindu goddesses – most of us lack sufficient limbs to carry two and push a stroller/carry a child/bag/dog/whatever when traveling without adult help.  Also note that although they’re excellent alternate car seats, Sceneras are neither ideal for withstanding daily pummeling nor as comfortable as the Radian for longer trips.

 

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Peeg, in a RideSafer Travel Vest, heads to an UberX with her grandmother.

This Thanksgiving we’re visiting my parents in Southern California, and if B’s work flares up, I could end up traveling alone with a 5 year old, 2.5 year old, 3 month old, and 20lb dog, with all three kids requiring car seats at both ends.  To streamline that scenario, I purchased two RideSafer Delight Travel Vests.  They’re expensive, but they both fit in my purse, and I anticipate getting ~5 years of use out of Looga’s and 7 years out of Peeg’s (once she outgrows hers, Coorgi should be ready for it).  Moreover, the company gives a discount for trading in and up a size.

Another great option is the Mifold Booster.  My lightweight kids are still too small for these, but I keep a couple in my car to transport their friends, most of whom do weigh at least 40lbs.  Mifolds are cheap, light, and ultra-compact.

Note that RideSafer doesn’t technically meet European or Australian standards (yet) because the laws there don’t cover non-booster belt positioning devices.  (In Canada, its use requires a prescription.)  That being said, per anecdotal stories, short-term travelers claim that that they’ve had no problems traveling with the vests as long as they carried the U.S. certification documentation, largely because despite differences in regulations, the laws of physics are constant across the world!

In addition to automobile safety, car seats help keep kids safe on planes in severe turbulence while also allowing them to nap more comfortably.  Most booster seats are not approved by the FAA for air travel because planes lack shoulder belts and rear tethers.  However, if you’re not traveling by car at your destination but want to keep your child from wiggling out of the plane’s lap belt without lugging a car seat, a CARES harness – the only FAA approved harness restraint, is a great alternative.

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Any unrestrained mass, including a pet, can pose grave danger to passengers in case of vehicular impact.  On road trips, we buckle Yaak up for both her safety and ours using the Sleepypod Clickit Utility safety harness.

Un Séjour Au Québec

In early 2016, I ended up with airline miles I needed to consume or forfeit.  B was stuck in Chicago for work, giving Peeg and me each 12,500 miles to use for one-way travel (Looga was still under 2 and could travel as a lap infant):  the exact value of a United MileagePlus Saver Award anywhere in the contiguous U.S. or Canada.

I chose urban, as opposed to wilderness, for my first time traveling alone with kids because…axe-murders lurk in sparsely populated places (!!!!), and, at 3 and 1, Peeg and Looga were unlikely to be cooperative hiking partners.  After debating domestic (Washington D.C. and New Orleans) versus international (Toronto, Ottawa, Montreal, and Quebec City), I decided upon the most “exotic” option – Quebec City!  I chose the cheapest accommodations fulfilling my basic criteria: 1) within the fortifications of “old” Quebec and 2) a suite or apartment with separate bedroom so that I could turn on lights/tv in spite of sleeping children.  AirBnB came through, and I found a $50/night (including taxes, fees, etc) 1br in Vieux-Québec for our 4-night stay in early May.  (Here’s our apartment, but please note that the price has increased since I stayed there.)

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Peeg in the ORD long-term parking lot.

We left Chicago on a lovely Spring morning.  I traveled light: Looga in a Boba Air, backpacks for me and Peeg, and a lightweight travel crib – the Lotus.  As soon as I left the car in O’Hare’s long-term lot, flaws in my strategy materialized.  Petite little Peeg was no match for her backpack and toppled backwards as soon as she tried to wear it.  I, however, had the crib on my back and Looga on my front, and therefore had to carry two backpacks (mine and Peeg’s) just in my hands.  I should’ve just brought my roller carry-on, since the only times I would’ve had to wheel it outdoors in Quebec City would have upon arriving and departing from the apartment (you live and learn).  Although the flights were uneventful, our connection in Montreal was stressful because I was carrying too much and lacked a spare hand to hold Peeg’s (at age 3, she had a hard time keeping up with me and was still afraid of escalators and automatic walkways).  Air Canada (the operator of our United flights) was simply marvelous, and I must have been giving off a “super mom” vibe since plenty of other travelers were cheering me on; a few lovely ladies even offered to hold Peeg’s hand on escalators.

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In front of our Airbnb place.

Upon arriving in Quebec around 6pm, I decided to forgo navigating the public transport system and caught a taxicab to the apartment.  The apartment’s location was perfect – on the corner of two narrow charming streets that could’ve been anywhere in Europe.  Alas, even though we checked in almost 4 hours after our official check-in time of 3pm, there were no bedsheets or bath towels in the apartment.  I had hoped to eat food from the corner grocery at home that night and crash early, but those hopes were dashed when the AirBnB host apologized saying linens were in the laundry and wouldn’t arrive until 8pm.  Thus, I dropped off our bags and headed out with the kids for dinner.

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Experiencing escargot at Le Petit Coin Latin.

Just around the corner, a bit further than the grocery, was a restaurant with a sidewalk sign advertising dinner, Le Petit Coin Latin.  The prices looked good, so we popped in.  They didn’t have highchairs but were pretty empty, so I tied Looga to a chair with the My Little Seat Travel High Chair and ordered the inexpensive prix fixe menu.  The disadvantage of writing this post a year down the line is that I can no longer remember exactly what I ordered or how much it cost, but I know I got a glass of house wine, bread (Looga’s choice of meal), a choice of appetizers from which we chose the escargot, an entree, and some sort of a dessert.  One of the beautiful things about traveling with kids is that they never fail to surprise.  Peeg *loved* the escargot…so much so that I had to order another one just for her!  The food was really quite good, and the restaurant was quietly charming.  Shortly after our food began to arrive, a woman entered the restaurant alone, and we recognized her as someone who had helped Peeg in the airport.  She was indeed traveling alone, so I invited her to join us, and thus began the most memorable part of our Quebecois adventure:  our friendship with “Ms. Jan.”  Had B been with us, we would never have had cause to exchange more than a smile, but instead we made a lovely new friend.  Jan was staying at a hotel just two blocks away from us, so after enjoying our dinner together, we exchanged numbers and decided to get together the following evening for dinner as well.  We then parted ways for the evening, and I stopped by the grocery to pick up some milk, cereal, bread, and fruit, and thankfully the linens had made it into our apartment by then.  Both kids went to sleep without any issue, but at about 11pm, Looga woke up in a terror and ended up spending the remaining nights sleeping in the bed with me and Peeg – I’d say so much for the travel crib, but on the few occasions we returned to the apartment for nap time he did use it, and I also plopped him back in the crib around dawn a few times, so I’m glad it was an available option.

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The following morning, we breakfasted in the apartment and then decided to explore the city.  Alas, early May isn’t the best time to visit Quebec.  The weather is dreary, much of the city is under construction in preparation for late Spring and Summer’s tourist influx, and many of the museums were closed.  The weather projections had been highs in the low 50s with on and off light rain.  I decided that it wasn’t wet enough to merit packing rain boots, so for the kids I opted instead for warm Ugg boots, Hatley raincoats (waterproof outer with terry lining), and layering shirts with sweaters. We wandered around the

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On the boat.

walls of the old the city, visited the old fortifications, and generally enjoyed exploring the upper city.  We picked up pastries for lunch from Paillard and consumed them on the go, and eventually made our way down the stairs from the upper city to the lower city to end up at the boat docks for a boat tour of the harbor (both kids were free).  Honestly, I didn’t love the boat tour with the kids.  It was bitterly cold outside on

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Chateau Frotenac

the water, and I couldn’t let Frog out of the carrier on deck because he could easily have fallen overboard.  Indoors, the kids were going stir crazy, and the tour guide’s volume was soft enough that I felt like Peeg’s normal conversational voice could be disruptive to other passengers.  No one gave me a hard time or even a “look,” but we weren’t getting any benevolent smiles either, and I didn’t care for the experience as I would have liked.  After the boat tour, we walked along a shopping street in the lower city and then rode the Funicular back up to the upper city.  The kids *loved* the Funicular, and were it not for the lines, we would have gone up and down a few more

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Peeg and Looga watching a street musician.

times.  Once back up, I let them run free for a bit, and we walked around at Looga’s pace and just took everything in for a time.   We then headed back to the apartment, had a snack, and the kids took a nap.

I love to eat, and I especially love to eat well, so when I was researching Quebec City and the name Legende kept cropping up, I was intrigued.  Legende is an upscale restaurant specializing in “traditional” Canadian fare…food made from ingredients that are all locally grown and sourced.  Of course, visiting a fancy restaurant with little ones is a daunting prospect – not just for parents, but also for restaurant staff and other patrons.  Still, I was too intrigued to back down from the idea, so before embarking on our trip, I’d

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Dinner with Jan and the kids at Legende.

made a 5:30pm reservation with the hope that most of the dinner crowd wouldn’t be out that early.  Because the reservation was made online, it was easy for me to modify it to add an extra person when Jan expressed interest in joining us for dinner.  After the kids’ nap, we met up with Jan and walked out of the old city over to the restaurant.  To the staff’s credit, no one batted an eye when I waltzed in with two young children, and they were most accommodating despite the restaurant clearly being an adult affair (no highchairs, for example, but I did have the My Little Seat), and they even brought out colored pencils and coloring books for the kids.  Jan and I both ordered the prix fixe tasting menu without drinks, and I ordered a few extras for the kids along the way.  The food was absolutely fantastic.  A year out, the most memorable dishes were reindeer carpaccio, moose liver pate, arctic char, and the accompanying wonderful local/seasonal vegetables.  Peeg and Looga both tried everything, but they both ended up falling in love with wild boar pork rinds and eating several servings of those.  Jan’s presence ended up being a godsend because Looga was pretty restless from having been toted around in a carrier most of the day.  He had a few meltdowns when I kept him from running around, and because Jan was there I was able to carry him out of the restaurant to calm him a few times.  Had Jan not been there, Peeg would have freaked out and refused to stay seated on her own. Jan, a grandmother herself, seemed charmed by Peeg, and Peeg was totally enamored of her, so their friendship was a delight to see.

 

Wednesday morning, we had breakfast in the apartment again, but because I was running dangerously low on diapers we had to foray out of the old city to find a pharmacy.  The lovely walk down Rue St Jean made me decide that next time I traveled

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Outside Panetier Baluchon.

I would only bring enough diapers for the transit day and first morning because diapers are so easy to buy on location.  Even the non-tourist portions of Quebec City were charming.  Lots of cafes and restaurants, and most marvelously, old churches that have been converted into libraries.  Right near the pharmacy, we discovered a fantastic little bakery, Panetier Baluchon, that had pain au chocolat to die for.  The woman who worked there was incredibly sweet and let the kids pick out extra cookies and refused payment for them.  We then headed back to the old city where I had booked a horse-drawn carriage tour for the kids the day before, and Jan joined us again for that.  The tour didn’t really add a whole lot of value to my impression

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Horse-drawn carriage tour with Winston, the beagle, as our guide.

of the city, but the kids loved it.  The driver’s dog came along with us too, which tickled the kids pink.  One thing I might add here is that I don’t speak a lick of French, so given some of the region’s Francophone politics I had been worried that we might encounter some linguistic trouble.  My fears were unwarranted.  I made sure to say bonjour, merci, au revoir, and ask parlez-vous Anglais every possible opportunity, and I had Peeg do the same – everyone responded in English (with varying levels of proficiency) and melted like butter at Peeg’s attempts.

After the carriage tour, we parted ways with Jan again, walked around for a bit, and then had brunch at La13151486_616219838528065_6619302779641253701_n Buche on Rue St Louis, a bustling strip of restaurants, galleries, and tourist shops.  The restaurant was a fun spot with good food – I finally got to try poutine! – and it was very child-friendly (highchairs, kids menu, coloring, entertaining waitstaff).  After lunch, we did a hop-on-hop-off double decker bus tour, and I loved it.  I learned a ton about the city and got to see a lot more of it than I would have on foot, and the kids loved riding on the bus13151936_615127198637329_4377733653279788_n and even took a nap.  I resolved to do double-decker bus tours with kids whenever I visit a place where they’re available.  I especially recommend doing them early in a visit because they can help identify areas where one will want to return to explore further.  That evening we decided to return to Le Petit Coin Latin for dinner both because it was convenient and because Peeg kept clamoring about the escargot, and then we went for an after dinner walk where Peeg got her portrait sketched before retiring to the apartment for the evening.

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Cable-car at Montmorency Falls.

When I had stopped by the tourism office to purchase our bus tours on Wednesday, I had noticed a 5 hour tour of the Quebecois countryside.  Given the success of the prior bus tour, we decided to try t13100850_616219311861451_450345875289273623_nhe countryside tour on our final day in town.  Friday morning we had breakfast in the apartment, hurried down Rue St. Jean to buy some pastries to-go from Panetier Baluchon again, and then hustled back to watch street musicians before catching the minibus for the tour (again, the kids were free).  The tour was wonderful: the bus was co13178690_616219381861444_8185511575358647230_nmfortable, the countryside beautiful, and the stops varied and interesting.  We visited the Isle of Orleans, a copper

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Basilica of Sainte Anne de Beaupre.

museum, Montmorency Falls (where the kids got to ride a cable car and run wild in a playground), an amazing bakery/maple shop, and the Basilica of Ste Anne de Beaupre.  The kids enjoyed every stop, lunched on the pastries we had packed, enjoyed toast with maple butter at the bakery stop, and napped well too.  Between the two bus tours, in and outside of the city, I felt like I got some solid sightseeing in too.

 

 

It was a beautiful day, so after the countryside tour, we played in the town square for a while and then met up with Jan for a final time to witness some sort of ceremony in progress outside a nearby cathedral – th13178764_616219901861392_6358570122555851024_nere was a lot of church-bell ringing and priests dressed in elaborate Catholic regalia.  We attempted to have dinner with Jan at Aux Anciens Canadiens, but Looga was just not having it – he started to have an utter melt-down in the restaurant, so we had to beat a hasty exit.  Jan was sweet enough to get our food packed and bring it to us back at our apartment, so we didn’t go hungry (or have yet another pastry-based meal).

With that our trip came to a close.  We had an early Friday morning flight, and I was able to book a taxi in advance by phone.  I packed almost everything the night before, kept some pastries on hand, and in the morning I just got everyone dressed and piled them into the cab.  We had an uneventful direct flight back home, but it was official:  I became a solo mom adventurer, Looga became an international traveler, Peeg was just an all-around champ, and clearly our adventures had only just begun :).

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Looga and Peeg in our Airbnb apartment.

 

Beginnings

The eleven years I spent in the Bay Area were the longest I’ve ever lived in one place, if you discount the six distinct addresses I resided at during that tenure.  I was born to Indian immigrant parents in Australia, moved to the U.S eighteen months later, and have traveled pretty much constantly since childhood.  When my folks lacked the finances for airfare, we drove, and when they hadn’t funds for hotels, we camped or crashed with friends, but we never stopped exploring.

My husband (“B”), a Cleveland native, enjoys travel too, and although his work schedule is unforgiving, in the three years before we had kids we spent a week in Mexico, another in France, drove from San Francisco to Santa Fe and back, made countless weekend and day trips to the counties north and south of the Bay Area, and even had an extra wedding in India.  Once our daughter (“Peeg”) was born, however, B (like most rational humans) was content to lay low for a few years and stick to visiting family and friends in the environs.  I was not.  If anything, I feel compelled to make use of this brief time before we’re bogged down by school and activity schedules to see as much of the world as we can.

Now, despite my love of travel, I’m hardly what one might call “hardcore.”  My childhood camping trips never involved backpacking, for example.  We drove up to campsites, pitched tents, and made do.  I’ve never hitchhiked, couch-surfed, or even bought a one-way ticket to a place where I didn’t have a job/home/education lined up.  What I am up for, however, is saying “yes” to a golden opportunity.  As such, 4 1/2 year old Peeg has already visited seven countries and fifteen U.S. states, and my 2 year old son (“Froog”) – at five countries and eleven states – isn’t far behind.  Just last month, our family returned from visiting India and Thailand along with a bonus stopover in Qatar. For pre-school Spring Break at the end of March, Peeg, Froog, and I are headed to Scandinavia for 6 nights.

When I describe our plans to others, I occasionally encounter those who think me insane and either don’t dare travel with young ‘uns or can’t comprehend my desire to do so, but more often than not, I find folks who get excited but have yet to summon the pluck to mobilize themselves.  This blog is for those latter people.  There are many who travel so much more than me (with and without kids), who are ever more adventurous, and whose travels I wouldn’t dare to replicate (although I fantasize about it).  The beauty of my travels, however, are that they’re easy and totally attainable for many folks.  I hope that our experiences and recommendations can inspire anyone who is considering travel with young kids to just say “yes.”

~R