Everything is better when we stick together
Traveling with children is, at best, treated like some kind of niche interest. Some guide books give you a little box on a page if you're lucky ("Perth For Children"), recommending you leave the cool stuff to everyone else and find the ubiquitous Science Museum. This is the same accommodation they'll offer a few pages later for folks who are particularly interested in microbreweries ("Getting Crafty!") or those who are particularly into eco-tourism. At worst, you stumble across blogs and news articles about the horrors experienced by those who were forced to interact with a child on their vacation. The humanity. I'm not here to take umbrage with either of those views, really: I feel super lucky to be able to travel to amazing places with my children. Not much more than a year ago, my brother-in-law and his wife returned from an amazing trip around Asia, and I remember thinking, not even regretfully, really, that I wasn't sure I'd ever...
