Pat and I have wanted for quite a while to take our adult kids and granddaughter on a trip somewhere exotic.
For many years, Pat and her brother and sister and our families got together for a week each summer, and our kids – who are more or less only children — have very good memories of being with their cousins. This practice has fallen off a little now that the cousins are all grown and several have families of their own. It is difficult now to find a town with zoning laws liberal enough to accommodate our entire group.
And, of course, most people of our generation have memories – good and bad – of road trips with our parents when we were growing up.
So, in this milieu, we had been talking about getting our small family group together. (Two adult children, their partners and our granddaughter) The planning took more than a year.
We started out narrowing the choice of locations. France emerged in part because we wanted a place that was interesting enough that the kids would want to go. It was a draw because Kara’s boyfriend, Georges, is fluent in French, and Charlie likes to practice his.
Another priority was to find a place near the water. Charlie’s girlfriend, Genevieve, is highly motivated by Mediterranean beaches, and Amelia also is a beach fan.
I like places with a little history and culture, and Pat enjoys small towns and local markets.
So the product of this search was a house in Collioure, in the French region of Languedoc-Roussillon, just north of the Spanish border and the city of Barcelona.
Collioure is beautiful and meets all the criteria: It is on the beach, has a history that dates to the Greeks, Romans and Visigoths, with an interesting 14thCentury castle, a couple of art galleries, a great farmers’ market, and lots of seafood restaurants. But it is a little out of the way, and the logistics were complicated.
Georges, Kara and Amelia came via Geneva and a few days’ drive while stopping off in the chateau area of France. They are flying out of Barcelona.
Charlie and Genevieve flew non-stop to Barcelona from New York. Easy.
Pat and I were in London for a couple of days to visit family and then flew to Carcassonne, which is about two hours away. (Ryanair is cheap, but we paid a little extra for a ticket that allows you to pick your seat and carry a bag.)
The result has been a really great week. There were several trips to the beach and local farmer’s markets, significant time by the pool, extra trips to the wine store, a couple of hikes, great group meals. All of this has produced Patty Moriarty’s top five rules for traveling with your family:
1) Consider individual interests and choose a place that has a little something for everyone: beaches, hikes, restaurants, galleries, etc.
2) Together time isn’t always the answer. Don’t plan to spend every minute together or plan too many activities for the whole group. Encourage the kids to get away by themselves without you — even if they talk about you when you aren’t there.
3) Plan transportation options ahead of time. Is there easy access to nearby shopping and town? If cars are necessary, have enough cars to allow for independent excursions.
4) Consider the size of the house and the layout. People may have a variety of sleep schedules especially if they are jet-lagged. Enough bedrooms so everyone can be alone if they need to. Don’t make anyone sleep on the couch in the living room. It is always nice to have a game room or swimming pool.
5) Come together at the end of the day for a group meal. Make use of culinary talents of the group by sharing the cooking and shopping duties.
I don’t guarantee that following these rules will ensure a successful family trip. Maybe you have family members who are incompatible after a few days. But we offer them in case they can be of help.
For us, there are preliminary discussions of another family trip. And, by coincidence, we are scheduled to share a house together in Tennessee next month to celebrate Pat’s brother’s 70thbirthday. So far, no one has backed out.
You all have a great time! My first night ever in Europe was in Collioure, France, and it was memorable and I’ll never forget my first cafe au lait the following morning!
Stewart and I have wonderful memories of Collioure, and have always wanted to return. Someday…