The times have changed, and will continue to change. But taking a trip with your family in a car for an extended period of time will transcend generations. There is a picture that comes to mind for each person when you reminisce over those many hours spent getting from point A to point B. It's no Norman Rockwell painting; and yet a milestone in the family album.
I do love to travel, well, actually, I love to be at the destination. The getting there-not so much. I know deep down that important bonding happens in those close quarters only a road trip can provide. Some of the things that come to mind are sharing, comforting, entertaining, visiting, playing games, and compromising. I also think about things like the foul smells, the constant getting lost, the incessant pleading "are we there yet?", the proverbial gas station bathrooms, the yoga-esque sleeping poses, and the complete lack of ability to distinguish night from day.
My 7 year old Tyler and took the road trip to Arizona, and met up with Paul and Jackson. Then we all flew home. Did I mention the driving part was with Paul's parents? I love Paul's parents. They have always been very good to me, treat me like their own daughter. However, the older they get, the more their little quirks and idiosyncrasies start to wear on me. For example, they might actually believe that Paul and I would be living in the streets without sense to get in from the rain without their constant direction. In other words, it's possible they believe we are 12 years old. The number of times both Tyler and I were instructed to put on our shoes, wash our hands, and put on our selt-belts was unbelievable. And then there was the constant bickering between the two of them over directions. Traveling has a way of bringing out the worst in people at times. And yet, as it gets further away in our memories, we tend to reflect upon the good parts. Much like childbirth, the ability to forget the painful details is what makes it possible to do it again.