Just returned last night from a spontaneous long weekend in Philadelphia. I lived in the area before getting married, and have a soft spot for that city; the old buildings, the narrow streets, the restaurants, the Irish taverns. It's funny how different our choices as parents when traveling. For example, looking for a nice dinner spot?
Hmmm, this looks interesting, but we see couples enjoying small plates and martini's and, being respectful of their lovely date, we opt to take our rowdy crowd across the street instead:
It's okay, we compromised for brunch the next day, finding just the right tavern -- not too busy and we could get a bloody Mary and a Guiness. I wondered what conversation might ensue with my young readers about the quote on the coasters, but they didn't mention it.
Traveling with kids ... lots to navigate, but so very well worth it. Like most, I think they enjoyed the hotel pool the best. More of my pics of our weekend adventure are here.
We had a really good time, but there's much to do today getting back to life. It's late in the day and I really must get into work mode now.