good flight, and good luck

As the August travel craze is approaching, a quick note on traveling the air with mini globetrotters in their first year.
Here’s what worked for us:

1) Sky Cribs

They live in the front wall of the back compartment and are a true life-saver: Baby Bassinets. Some airlines won’t let you reserve them in advance (really, BA?) but most of them do. And, they’re free. Tricky part: The seat next to you will be kept open until the very last second but if the flight is solidly booked, someone might sit next to you – and therefore, kind of under your baby. Still – planes are perfect sound machines, and the fancy little beds with pillows, sheets and blankets actually seem to be quite comfy…

Q&L, snoozing away over the Atlantic.

Random fact that came in handy for us: SAS has the highest weight allowance of all the airlines going to Europe.

2) Airplane Ears
Babies can’t adjust the air pressure by swallowing so they need a boob or bottle during take off and landing to keep their ears from hurting. It works beautifully.

3) Hands-free Babes
If you can, don’t burden yourself with a stroller or car seat in the airport. Especially if you have to switch planes, a baby carrier is the way to go. Easy transfer (and entertainment!) on the plane and, most importantly, two free hands for luggage, passport control and the like.

Smooth Travels, everyone!


reversecultureshocked, anyone?

I have always been fascinated by the idea of the reverse culture shock – coming home for the first time after moving abroad is supposed to hit you much harder than initially leaving.

So here I was during our recent Berlin visit, all prepared, bracing myself to get freaked out. And yes, I did notice a bunch of otherness – lower conversational noise levels, all sorts of prohibition signs, über-hipsters en masse, reasonable quantities of anything food, (and how is the sky bigger over Chicago?) – but no potential shock material.

Still, the trip left me with a pinch of confusion. Traveling both directions, I had the feeling I was headed home. Which I wasn’t prepared for.