The Story I Had to Tell
The corporate job gets the best of me some weeks. Family life has its own complexities, and it gets the
“The Nickolaou Family: Where Every Trip Becomes a Story.”
The corporate job gets the best of me some weeks. Family life has its own complexities, and it gets the
Handles snapped. Wheels wobbled. We stopped replacing bags every year when the whole family switched to Solgaard. Here is the honest review.
Nara gave us wild deer that bow for crackers and a thousand-year-old bronze Buddha. The single day in Japan the kids will talk about the longest.
Between three kids’ calendars, a small business, and an inbox that never stops, I used to end most days feeling
Halloween at our house is loud. Costumes everywhere, candy negotiations, somebody always losing a shoe. I love all of it.
Three kids, long-haul flights, and nobody crying in row 22. Our playbook for traveling far with Maddox, Kennedy, and Sawyer, built one meltdown at a time.
There is a museum in Belém, a district of Lisbon, where you sit in a church pew and the ground
I was sitting on a plane when a bag tag fell off someone’s bag. That is the whole origin story.
Family trips are the best trips. But every parent needs a weekend that is just theirs. Ours was Backstreet Boys at the Sphere.
The exact shape of our 10 spring break days in Japan: Osaka first, then the bullet train to Tokyo. Universal Studios, Kyoto, Nara, Disney, teamLab. Copy the bases and the pacing.