Family Travel

Our family are creatures of habits. Since living abroad, you can expect the White family to explore the world. This year, southern Poland.

Eighteen years ago, Nadine and I fondly retold Thai stories to anyone willing to listen and to plenty who weren’t. Now being back in Thailand was confounding.

This whole adventure started back when Nadine and I had this crazy idea to live abroad with our two kids in the Cayman Islands.

Families replaced college friends. Cars substituted bicycles. A van displaced a trailer and carried all the water. We were back in Belgium.

Once again, like Keanu Reeves in Speed, but this time without his Sandra Bullock, I was on another bus hurtling towards the Egyptian Embassy, but at a much more manageable speed.

There was a travel post about Jordan I had forgotten to publish. Before posting it, I’d share seven random facts about Jordan.

I finally found a deal to Amman, Jordan. The only caveat for a return to family travel, a nine-hour layover in Abu Dhabi . . . starting at 1 a.m.

The popular intercity hike through the five Cinque Terre towns was the activity of choice for the three Bissonnette girls, and being outnumbered, that is what this White boy had to do.