Okay, let's just start this off with the truth: I am no expert on flying with a newborn (meaning a baby who is under 3 months). I flew with my child as a newborn for a total of 21 hours, and a total of 4 flights: Seattle to Reykjavik, Reykjavik to Paris, and back along... Continue Reading →
The French Police
A little background context may help this story make sense: I have this thing where I put effort into blending in when I travel. I pack clothes that will make me look less American. I learn how to say "please" and "thank you" in the local language. And...when traveling to Paris with a newborn, I... Continue Reading →