The three of us, my husband, son and I love to travel. I was raised by parents who loved travel and was fortunate to do quite a bit of it as a kid. When I was a teenager my parents and I went to France for a month. When my husband and I got married, we went to France on our honeymoon for 3 weeks. We also detoured to Belgium (hated Brussels - bad experience unfortunately, loved Bruges!), Amsterdam and Luxembourg.
We've taken many family vacations over the years. In the last 6 years we've taken 3 cruises and been to Mexico 3 other trips all to escape the nasty Canadian winters. We go to California at least once a year as my husband is from there and his kids (they're grown) live there. It's really no wonder my son Alex who is 16 loves to travel. When he was a little younger I remember him asking "so where are we going this year?".
Although I'm a fan of visiting different places, it's not just about the place. I have never, and will never be a history buff. I don't really care what happened there...that sounds bad but it is what it is. Different architecture is lovely to look at but to me travel is about the "feel" of a new place, the culture, the people, the food.
A few weeks ago I had an epiphany (one of my favorite words, besides anvil - don't ask). I decided that I'd like Alex to join Margaret and I in Paris for 10 days at the end of our visit. Being that he's 16 I know I only have a few more years with him at home and our family vacations. I really want to show him Paris. We have fun together. He and Margaret know each other. I asked him if he wanted to come and of course he answered yes right away. (A few days after that he asked me why I ASKED him and what made me think he wouldn't be interested lol) I booked his airline ticket a couple of days ago, so it's official. I'm thrilled that he's coming and looking forward to it.