When I finally sat down to catch up on the Aging Review after a completely hectic end to the semester, I pulled out the newspaper clipping I was saving for this post, and guess what? I apparently clipped the wrong article! 36 Hours in Ho Chi Minh City does sound divine, but………
That being said, I do, at least, remember what the original article was about. It was a lovely piece about a middle-aged woman blogging about her travels with her older mother. The writer’s parents are both getting on, and she decided that it would be easier, and a lot more fun, to take her mother on her next trip with her, than to leave her at home, have to plan for alternative care, and deal with the constant worry of being far away should anything happen.
My friend Maria travels with her parents on a regular basis, and I am always impressed. Overall, they are rather more Oklahoma City than Ho Chi Minh City, but still. Together, they have taken road trips through Maine, a train trip across India (a bit taxing), and any number of pilgrimages through the South en route to family reunions in, yes, Oklahoma. Now that her parents have slowed down a teensy bit, they have come up with a simpler concept: a one-week, one-floor rental by the beach.
I just found the original article about the travel blog! It looks fun, has helpful hints, and acknowledges that travel with parents can be a mixed blessing. Surely any child can identify with that. And perhaps a parent or two. But maybe I’m projecting.
And now a reader contest! I call this, Name It: OKC or HCMC?
(There’s no cash prize here either, Janet).