After enjoying a breakfast at Sanbornes (Mexico’s answer to Denny’s), we set 
off for a long walk on Guadalajara’s sidewalks to the arena where the Mexican rodeo or charreada is held each Sunday at noon.
Navigating the pedestrian walkways was tricky because most of them were in a semi-demolished phase of what looked to be a mammoth city repair project.
“I just want to go back to the hotel and swim in the pool,” my son said about half-way into our walk. “Can we just take a cab?” my daughter asked.
These reactions were somewhat irritating. It was not an ideal soundtrack for my wife and I while we were enjoying some exercise and an up-close view of the city.
Never Asked to Go to Mexico. But our kids never asked to go to Mexico. The only reason they were there was because their father was fascinated by Latin America.
What they liked and disliked about their experiences on our trip will shape their own travel philosophies–which will probably end up being decidedly different from their parents’.
But this process didn’t begin with my kids. It goes back to my attitude about the trips I took with my parents. The ideas behind those excursions were at least partly the result of their feelings about the vacations they took when they were growing up.
I looked at how my childhood experiences shaped my travel philosophy and the influence this will likely have on my kids in a guest post yesterday for MatadorLife.
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