Postcards from the Devon coast line. While we are at it, I thought it might be good to share some insider info about traveling the world with children just to dispel some myths. Despite the awe-inspiring views and fresh air and majestic surroundings, well traveled kids may not always be as impressed as you are nor as you hope they would be. My friend Jen gave me that head's up when we moved to Germany as her clan was leaving. She said they do get cathedral'd out. Sometimes we let them pass. I was shocked. HOW could they miss this??
But she was right. It happens. Especially after a long stretch of intense travel. Even good natured, home educated kids who have been steeped in history and geography. They may or may not say things like, how long do you think this is this gonna take? Will we get to do anything fun after? Can I bring food? I got some puddle inside my boot. Is there a bathroom out here? He's stepping on the back of my shoes. NETTLES! When are we gonna actually DO something? (besides walk and look at places…)
This isn't a sign of failure. Just par for the course. And once they get out there they are usually drawn in to the surroundings and forget their complaints. But not always. Sometimes they really ARE sure they'd rather play angry birds or go get gelato or any number of things. That's when you pull out "You'll thank me someday." And really mean it. Because someday they will.
Meantime, enjoy the view. It's fleeting. All of it. : )
Starry Sky Journal 
lol….my grandparents took me to Rome when I was ten. I’m surprised by how little I really remember about the “big stuff”. I remember some things well…the big impressives, like seeing the pope, the catacombs, St. Clair’s incorrupt body. I remember still better the things that would impress a kid…the waiter who served me wine at dinner, gelato, hair raising bus ride along the side of a mountain, old women walking on their knees across Vatican square, old women who took the toilet paper out of public bathrooms and sold it by the square to tourists, and the creepy tour guide who kept petting my hair and calling me “bonita bambina”. But many of the things my grandparents have pictures of, I don’t remember those at all!