I almost have to laugh when I read some of the trip reports from some of my fellow travel-blogger-types out there (see here and here for examples) – when you travel without children, there is nothing more wonderful than the presidential suite, the executive lounge, the first class cabin. Here are the highlights of what it is like to travel with children to Curacao for a week:
Flight highlights (Continental, nonstop from Newark):
Child 2 vomits on trip down. We clean up. We learn that flight attendants have hazmat-quality materials on board to remove vomit-related items from plane. Good to know.
Flight highlights (Continental, nonstop back to Newark):
Child 2 vomits again, possibly due to turkey hot pocket-type snack. Not sure. Doesn’t really matter, I suppose, as my wife is cupping said item in its now-liquid form, and yelling at me to get a towel.
Hotel highlights (Hilton Curacao, upgrade to Executive Floor with lounge access):
Night 2: Child 2 is forcably removed from the aforementioned lounge after not sharing orange juice with Child 1 leads to screaming fit.
Night 5: Child 2 is, again, forcably removed from said lounge after some happy-hour-snack-related disagreement with father that leads to screaming fit. After 5 minute time out back in room (recently renovated), she is returned to lounge without incident to join wife and Child 1 for happy hour snacks.
Night 6: Child 1, despite telling us that she was full from dinner, is basically force-fed an ice cream cone by her none-too-bright parents. Child 1 decorates the lovely grounds of the hotel with the now-liquid remains of her meal, including the ice cream cone. Although at the time we thought that was the 2nd-and-final vomit of the trip, as noted above, it was the 2nd of 3.
All-in-all, a great trip.