Our family is a classic example of what happens when backpackers meet and reproduce.
Each member of our family has a birth certificate from a different city (and they’re not even cities near each other). Our kids both had their first passport pictures taken as they were being held up under the armpits. And when we plan trips, it never crosses our minds that a place might be too far flung or challenging for a family with small kids.
Not surprisingly, when I worked for a paycheck, it was in the travel industry, where I spent the better part of a decade writing and designing travel brochures for über-upscale tour operators.
Today I am a writer and ever-busy mother to the above mentioned wayfarers.