Traveling With Children

When Ezra was two and Zach was three, we went to a squatter's village in Mexico and, working with the people living there, we cleaned the school each morning for a week.   While the poverty of the village - the living conditions, the prospects of its residents, all of those awful malnourished dogs running everywhere - weighed heavily on me, my kids felt no such burden.  They couldn't believe how awesome the place was.  There were crazy dogs running wild, kids running barefoot and playing for ho … [Read more...]