Raising Tiny Nomad: Inspiring a Love for Travel and Culture

The next island we decided to visit was St. Lucia, which we reached after several hours of sailing. Our port turned out to be Castries City. Robert was very excited about visiting both Barbados and St. Lucia, the most popular destinations among affluent Americans and Brits. However, as it turned out, popularity among the elite does not always correspond to actual cognitive value. Following tradition, as soon as we left the ship, we set out in search of a reasonable price offer that would allow us to realize our sightseeing plans. A horde of taxi drivers attacked us at the terminal, whom we gently ignored and headed into the city. Based on our experiences in Grenada, we were looking for someone with so-called extensive experience. We noticed an old man who fought slightly less for customers than other drivers. Unfortunately, this time it wasn't a bullseye. Honestly, it was a weak six. The older gentleman, phlegmatically driving the taxi towards Pigeon Island, meticulously described

After several hours of sea voyage, we arrived from Grenada to Barbados with one goal in mind: to relax on the beach. The intensive sightseeing on the previous two islands had exhausted us a bit, and the stories about the extraordinary beaches of Barbados convinced us that Pia's first encounter with the sea should take place on this island. To our surprise, we encountered a well-organized tourist infrastructure reflected in the prices. But before we started looking for safe and affordable transportation to the beach, Pia went on a little shopping spree, resulting in the acquisition of a sweet, pink hat - as it turned out, essential for joyfully playing in the sand and splashing in the warm sea. Our search for accessible transportation proved unsuccessful. The taxi prices at the port are fixed (price collusion), so the cost of getting to the beach was $15 per person. Lamenting the expense, we decided not to waste time and boarded an expensive, non-air-conditioned bus to our destinati

From Antigua to Grenada is quite a distance, so the journey took us over a day and a half. It was a bit rocky, which posed a challenge for our little one who was just learning to walk, but it also served as excellent practice for maintaining balance. The gentle rocking motion also made for better sleep and provided an interesting experience in the pool. Our Pia was able to adapt to the unique conditions of the water, observing the ebb and flow of the waves. It was an amazing sight for us to see our less-than-a-year-old child marveling at the wonders of physics. Wow, I seem to have gotten carried away with my storytelling, reminiscent of a nature lesson delivered by an eccentric teacher. But let's get back to the topic at hand—the brave little Traveler and her tireless parents. Upon reaching Grenada, we were greeted by a tropical climate and vibrant colors saturated with the aromas of spices. It turns out that almost everything grows on this island, especially spices. The only thin

Po nocy na statku, wypoczęci i o dziwo dość wyspani (na szczęście) dotarliśmy do Saint John’s największego miasta na wyspie Antigua. Urocze, malownicze miasteczko. Naszą przygodę postanowiliśmy zacząć od rozruszania naszych unieruchomionych w trakcie lotu kości, a więc zrobiliśmy sobie kilkugodzinny spacer. Jednak przed spacerem postanowiliśmy zapoznać się z menu pierwszego baru. Ja, jako matka karmiąca spróbowałam oczywiście bezalkoholowy punch, a Robert jego odpowiednik z kapinką lokalnego rumu. Gdy pragnienie zostało już zaspokojone ruszyliśmy na podbój urokliwej, pierwszej karaibskiej destynacji. Odczucia po pierwszym spacerze pozytywne, choć niestety wyraźnie można było zauważyć, że niepodległość i uniezależnienie od Wielkiej Brytanii odbiło się na rozwoju tego malutkiego państwa. Piękna anglikańska katedra, główna atrakcja miasta od lat pozostaje w remoncie, a pobliski cmentarz traktowany jest przez tubylców jako miejsce relaksu, stołówki i ochłody (głównie zimne płyty n

Unfortunately, work duties have taken us out of the travel and blogging cycle a bit, and on top of that, our Pia has become more and more demanding from week to week. At 9 months, she decided to start walking on her own, and by the end of the 10th month, she had already become proficient at independent movement... It's nice in a way, but it's a shame that it's forced - on her own. Everyone warned us that when she started walking, we would have a problem with our backs from constantly walking with the little one by the hand, but surprise, surprise - she does everything on her own, and constantly at that. Nevertheless, after 4 months in the country, it was time for a strong, birthday-themed getaway. There were a few occasions that had accumulated. Of course, the most important was our Little One's first birthday, as well as my name day and the 7th anniversary of our first meeting :). I'll write about that someday, but it's a completely different, albeit