This morning, I was sitting at the dining room table, reading the Travel section of the Chicago Tribune (as I do every Sunday). My daughter, Lucia (who will turn 3 in March), was playing under the dining room table (don’t ask). I came across an article by Rick Steves, in which he mentions Mont St. Michel in France. I told my husband, “France doesn’t really appeal to me, but I would like to see Mont St. Michel one day.” My husband said he feels the same about France, but he would like to visit Normandy. We chatted for a few more seconds about it when, all of a sudden, Lucia appeared from under the table and exclaimed, “Me go, too!” A bit startled, I asked, “You want to go on a trip to France with Daddy and me?” Lucia answered oh-so-matter-of-fact-ly, “Yeah. And I need to bring my map.”
At that moment, my heart was bursting with pride and elation, for I felt that my mission had been accomplished. During Lucia’s less-than-three years, she’s been on five airplane trips (including one to Italy), and numerous road trips, and I have tried my hardest – without being forceful and overbearing – to introduce her to different cultures and languages. So today, when she popped up and insisted that she go to France, too, not only did it make me happy to know that my daughter does in fact want to travel, but it also told me that she is beginning to appreciate what travel is all about.
Now, my only hope is that Lucia’s wanderlust and global appreciation continue to grow and expand. I think she’s off to a pretty good start.
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