Raising Tiny Nomad: Inspiring a Love for Travel and Culture

The departure of our plane was scheduled for late afternoon. Unfortunately, we had to hand over our suitcases for transport the previous evening before leaving the ship. Since Costa couldn't guarantee us reserved seats on the plane for families with children, we decided to arrive at the airport a bit earlier. For a few euros, we comfortably reached the airport, where no one, including the security staff, could point us to the location of our check-in. It turned out that ship passengers were being checked in at nearby hangars. Among the pile of suitcases, we also spotted ours. Unfortunately, one of them was completely damaged (with a missing wheel). After the baggage check-in, we reached the security gates. Due to Pia, we were allowed to go through a separate lane, and after "less than an hour," we arrived at the departure hall. Our friends had been waiting in a stuffy, crowded room for 2.5 hours! The passengers were so outraged that it bordered on a revolt. The situation ...

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...