A few days in the mountains used to be such a treat. Fine dining, sleeping in, a little shopping, drinks on a patio. Somehow that was not my experience of the last week.
We did dine out. Once. And that was more than enough.
Nobody slept in. We were mostly up at the crack of dawn thanks to a sleepy, cranky baby.
There were some tears. There was vomit.
On the plus side, we went swimming everyday and it turns out that both my girls love the water.
We rode a gondola to the top of a mountain.
We hiked to see some waterfalls.
We visited a zoo. Twice.
And now every time we take a family trip, it will get easier and easier.