Raising Tiny Nomad: Inspiring a Love for Travel and Culture

This island seemed the least interesting. I have never heard any opinions about Dominica. Most people associate Dominica with the Dominican Republic and are not even aware of the existence of this island. Feeling saddened by our impending return home, we arrived in Roseau early in the morning, unsure if we would even disembark. The initial impressions from the eighth floor, where our restaurant was located, were also debatable. The ship docked at a massive pier that led straight to the city center, where a crowd of locals offering tourist attractions was swirling. As you already know, we can't stand crowds, especially pushy hustlers. So we were close to giving up on sightseeing. However, curiosity proved stronger. When the crowd finally thinned out, most of the excursionists set off on their routes, and without specific plans, we also went ashore. Robert ran to the tourist information, while we started strolling around the city, which became increasingly charming with every step. A

After another dozen hours, we arrived at the capital of another island nation, St. Kitts and Nevis. If you type this name into Google, the first results that appear are offers to buy citizenship. By making a payment of $250,000, one can obtain a passport allowing them to live in a country where the income tax rate is ZERO. As you can imagine, Robert was incredibly interested in discovering this popular "tax haven." Unfortunately, it was due to economic interests rather than an abundance of income ;-). Basseterre's city center is just a few hundred meters away from the port. The town itself makes a good impression. It is peaceful and quiet, and the local residents are not intrusive. There is a pleasant climate, with warmth mixed with a slight humidity. Our little one loves such places for sleeping, so our Princess went for a nap quite quickly and without any issues, and we decided to go sightseeing. The grandly built port exudes an atmosphere of recession. Most buildings r

Time was passing inexorably, and our moods worsened day by day at the thought of returning to Poland, which certainly had an impact on our little daughter. After several hours at sea, we arrived at the interesting island with two names, St. Maarten and St. Martin. Over 350 years ago, this island was divided between France and the Netherlands. We reached the port located a few hundred meters from the capital of the Dutch part, Philipsburg. Unfortunately, even though we were officially in the Netherlands, our mobile phones refused to switch to EU tariffs. The heat was brutal, Pia was terribly tired, and to make matters worse, we were in a bad mood. Despite our heroic efforts to encourage the exhausted little one to sleep, we completely failed. Moreover, the modern port somewhat resembled an amusement park, so as you can imagine, we decided to evacuate quickly towards a less commercialized area. We took advantage of a convenient ferry connection, and after a few minutes, we were in the pi

From the Dominican Republic, we sailed to the British Virgin Islands, where our ship docked a few hundred meters from the charming center of Tortola. Pia woke up quite early that day and spent the morning very actively, which, as you can imagine, resulted in both the parents and the little one being tired. Fortunately for us, our dear traveler quickly fell asleep, lulled by the rocking of the stroller and the gentle warm breeze, and we set off to explore the island in a nutshell. The first remarkable observation was about the traffic. As befits a British territory, left-hand traffic prevailed on the island, but the cars were adapted to right-hand traffic (American style). It was a shock; we had never seen such a solution before. The second observation was the ubiquitous roosters, hens, and chicks—literally everywhere, free-roaming but happy and in good shape. Tortola is a small, picturesque, well-maintained town that combines British order with Caribbean colors. While strolling for a f

After nearly two days exhausted from adventures in the French overseas departments, we arrived in the Dominican Republic with only one goal in mind: beach relaxation. Oh... I almost forgot about the most important event during our journey from Guadeloupe to the Dominican Republic. Pia, tired from exploring Martinique, couldn't fulfill her "duty" as a one-year-old, so we had to celebrate her birthday again to let our little one choose items that would indicate her future interests ;) During dinner, we gave Pia a choice between a book, a rosary, a banknote, and a small glass. The decision was immediate and clear—she chose the book. Encouraged to make further choices, Pia reluctantly pointed to the rosary, completely ignoring the banknote and the glass. It was a delightful play, we took some photos, raised toasts, and thus concluded the 36-hour celebration of Pia's first birthday. We don't consider our stay in the Dominican Republic particularly interesting. Unlike o