This Is Always Worth All The Trouble (Or So I Tell Myself)

There are a million good reasons not to travel. I woke up with a bunch of them this morning. I was exhausted. My kids were fighting. My wife has been sick. It was ungodly hot—literally the hottest Europe has ever been. My routine is out the window. So is any sense of a budget. Our suitcases are already full of knick-nacks and crap we don’t need and there’s quite a bit of trip left. The car that…