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London, baby! We touched down in the land of double-decker buses, questionable weather, and enough history to fill a library (bigger than Hogwarts, probably). This trip was all about my son, Enzo, living his best British life, and let me tell you, it was a rollercoaster – in the best way possible.Hyatt Regency London Stratford: Our Basecamp of British BlundersOur digs were the Hyatt Regency London Stratford. Fancy name, sure, but let's be honest, most of our time there was spent deciphering the tea kettle and convincing Enzo the power outlets weren't portals to another dimension (thanks,outdated movies!).Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, and a Big Ben FanboyFirst stop: Buckingham Palace! We saw the changing of the guard, which was impressive, but Enzo was more fascinated by the pigeons strutting around like they owned the place. Then, Big Ben! Enzo, bless his heart, had been dreaming of seeing this clock tower for ages. Let's just say, his excitement was enough to make Big Ben blush (if clocks could blush).We topped it off with a ride on the London Eye – a giant Ferris wheel offering stunning views, and a guaranteed opportunity for Enzo to yell, "Look, Mom! It's so tiny down there!" at every passing landmark.A Wizarding Weekend and a Duck &amp; Waffle DetourNext on the agenda: Warner Bros. Studio Tour London – The Making of Harry Potter! This was Enzo's heaven, and as luck would have it, we met my cousin and her twin daughters there. Let's just say, my son suddenly became less interested in spells and more interested in comparing Quidditch strategies with his newfound cousins (thank Merlin for cousin sleepovers!).<figure id="figure-plo8k5duvklyax1vze"><img id="plo8k5duvklyax1vze" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/2eFVfGfBe5Ehs39Z2OUrRVRD36syi4v2V7S8AopvXtYRxeZvWLkfQlXcqGWrGVgs.jpg" alt="man sitting on gang chair with feet on luggage looking at airplane" title="man sitting on gang chair with feet on luggage looking at airplane" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Harry Potter at Warner Brothers" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/2eFVfGfBe5Ehs39Z2OUrRVRD36syi4v2V7S8AopvXtYRxeZvWLkfQlXcqGWrGVgs.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Harry Potter at Warner Brothers</figcaption></figure> To celebrate this magical reunion, we booked a late-night dinner at Duck &amp; Waffle. Now, picture this: a fancy restaurant with breathtaking city views, and two kids sipping on "mocktails" that looked suspiciously like Shirley Temples with umbrellas. It was a night of giggles, skyline selfies, and enough sugar to fuel a Hogwarts Quidditch match.<figure id="figure-6ifc20qapalyax2vtq"><img id="6ifc20qapalyax2vtq" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/22lI77IbGqdDmYSV5DYZIc9qeN21jUY4FoUEreStGv3nGgGDbiKmS8ELLqX9YBcS.jpg" alt="shallow focus photography of people inside of passenger plane" title="shallow focus photography of people inside of passenger plane" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Mocktails in London" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/22lI77IbGqdDmYSV5DYZIc9qeN21jUY4FoUEreStGv3nGgGDbiKmS8ELLqX9YBcS.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Mocktails in London</figcaption></figure>High Tea with a View and a Tower Bridge SurpriseDay two brought us to The Shard for Enzo's first high tea experience. Tiny sandwiches, miniature pastries, and enough clotted cream to make a cow jealous. Let's just say, dainty finger sandwiches weren't quite Enzo's style, but the view?That, he could get behind. Later, a chance encounter with a former coworker led to a Tower Bridge tour (thanks,[coworker's name]!), followed by a delicious Filipino dinner at Reyna. Because, let's be honest, fish and chips are great,but a taste of home hits different.<figure id="figure-hyb8ictupslyax3yru"><img id="hyb8ictupslyax3yru" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/1d0vG09HDkPzBa4Ev3M4v42rBJYNGTBPqe70DwZi4RIDjPkHiNs17QGjXolnZGbP.jpg" alt="man standing near cliff looking at body of water during daytime" title="man standing near cliff looking at body of water during daytime" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Enzo and his high tea" data-positionX="undefined" data-positionY="undefined" data-fullWidth="false"/><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Enzo and his high tea</figcaption></figure><figure id="figure-wv2dib4fmglyawyh1f"><img id="wv2dib4fmglyawyh1f" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/5DvwbXCVECreEkpayFlyfz3NfdwTdYOTvZcq8ncZctu5lTveR4SSMO8VcA6JFhRv.jpg" alt="assorted hot air balloons flying at high altitude during daytime" title="assorted hot air balloons flying at high altitude during daytime" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Tower of London" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/5DvwbXCVECreEkpayFlyfz3NfdwTdYOTvZcq8ncZctu5lTveR4SSMO8VcA6JFhRv.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Tower of London <figure id="figure-daleoof2imlyawzd3d"><img id="daleoof2imlyawzd3d" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/34M8RwBySwVEUM2DOsuHnil3Xgm6H9lN6gJbmn3g5IhfUA96v8H0juFP1OV9QuCR.png" alt="black framed Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on top of book" title="black framed Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on top of book" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="London Nights" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/34M8RwBySwVEUM2DOsuHnil3Xgm6H9lN6gJbmn3g5IhfUA96v8H0juFP1OV9QuCR.png" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">London Nights</figcaption></figure> </figcaption></figure>Harry Potter at the Palace Theater and a Fishy FinaleThe last hurrah? Two glorious parts of Harry Potter at the Palace Theater. This wasn't just a play, it was an epic marathon!Enzo was glued to his seat, practically levitating with excitement (or maybe it was all those jelly beans we snuck in?).After the curtain fell on part two, we refueled with the classic British staple – fish and chips. A perfect (and slightly greasy) way to end a magical trip.<figure id="figure-m4xjrgybw7lyawxaio"><img id="m4xjrgybw7lyawxaio" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/11T1jDCcxDoApk6uxbSijOSvunh7o2hXcQC9lgLSAWsA3WVeg6GjAuUU6IKJpmFl.jpg" alt="man standing inside airport looking at LED flight schedule bulletin board" title="man standing inside airport looking at LED flight schedule bulletin board" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Harry Potter at the Palace Theater" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/11T1jDCcxDoApk6uxbSijOSvunh7o2hXcQC9lgLSAWsA3WVeg6GjAuUU6IKJpmFl.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Harry Potter at the Palace Theater</figcaption></figure><figure id="figure-uv3skzxq7flyax0ugn"><img id="uv3skzxq7flyax0ugn" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/36T152nVXm4QsDOAOrJRZVYyVq8nUksaDbhUAcNiqbhOiqmYc0K0zdnnf50LBeuK.png" alt="photo of plane interior" title="photo of plane interior" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Brunch with Maya" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/36T152nVXm4QsDOAOrJRZVYyVq8nUksaDbhUAcNiqbhOiqmYc0K0zdnnf50LBeuK.png" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Brunch with Maya</figcaption></figure> London, We'll Be Back (But Hopefully with a Tea Kettle Translator)Flying back home was bittersweet. We were exhausted, our suitcases were overflowing with souvenirs (mostly wands and Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans), and our bellies were full of fish and chips. But most importantly, our hearts were full of memories. London, you were a whirlwind of double-decker buses, overflowing museums, and enough Harry Potter magic to last a lifetime. See you soon (and maybe this time, we'll figure out that tea kettle)!

London Calling: Fish and Chips, Fancy Mocktails, and a Touch of Magic!

Ah, Normandy. Land of D-Day beaches, creamy Camembert cheese, and...my son, Enzo, who, according to him, is a "certified history buff" (emphasis very much on the "buff"). Let's just say his enthusiasm for medieval weaponry puts my knowledge of the French Revolution to shame.Deauville Dreams (and Delights):Our base camp for this history-infused adventure was the charming seaside town of Deauville. Picture wide, sandy beaches, adorable little shops selling everything from berets to baguettes (key priorities, obviously), and Enzo practicing his best "Bonjour, monsieur!" on every unsuspecting pastry chef.<figure id="figure-sc0x3erfjnlyawh9tf"><img id="sc0x3erfjnlyawh9tf" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/ebJicgacRd7igTlq9CHnskk3LXvpLQCNaZE2xnHpPOTZzpmY9Vi6twbcbQ3MJGqA.jpg" alt="black magnifying glass on map" title="black magnifying glass on map" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Honfleur" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/ebJicgacRd7igTlq9CHnskk3LXvpLQCNaZE2xnHpPOTZzpmY9Vi6twbcbQ3MJGqA.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Honfleur</figcaption></figure>Honfleur: A Night of Mussels and Memories:The first night, we explored the picturesque town of Honfleur. Cobblestone streets, colorful houses lining the harbor, and the most incredible moules-frites (mussels and fries) I've ever tasted (though Enzo, ever the adventurous eater, opted for a hotdog – some traditions are meant to be broken, I guess).A Day of D-Day and Deep Thoughts:The next day, the mood shifted. We spent the morning touring the Normandy battlefields, a place where thousands of American soldiers bravely fought for freedom. The 80th-anniversary commemoration added a layer of poignancy to the visit. Walking through the American Cemetery at Colleville-sur-Mer, row upon row of white headstones stretching towards the horizon, was a humbling experience. Even Enzo, usually a chatterbox, was uncharacteristically quiet.<figure id="figure-o3zle2ufblyawj31s"><img id="o3zle2ufblyawj31s" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/1aL8k9Rt7J1pnWWIU69zQN5XEjGmAfzIGVIMm7IsAShQfPcgkE3U7jaXx3MauBDC.png" alt="man standing inside airport looking at LED flight schedule bulletin board" title="man standing inside airport looking at LED flight schedule bulletin board" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Normandy American Cemetery " data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/1aL8k9Rt7J1pnWWIU69zQN5XEjGmAfzIGVIMm7IsAShQfPcgkE3U7jaXx3MauBDC.png" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Normandy American Cemetery</figcaption></figure>Later, we visited Omaha Beach, a powerful reminder of the sacrifices made on that fateful day. Standing on the very sand where soldiers stormed the shores, the stories of bravery and loss came alive. Back at the car, Enzo surprised me by asking thoughtful questions about the war, a stark contrast to his usual inquiries about video game strategies.Mont Saint-Michel: A Majestic Shift in Tone:Needing a lighter mood, we headed to Mont Saint-Michel, a UNESCO World Heritage site. This magnificent island monastery perched on a rocky outcrop was breathtaking. We climbed the steep cobbled streets, marveled at the intricate architecture, and even managed to snag some delicious crepes (Enzo, ever the opportunist, snagged two).<figure id="figure-isebq8uvpllyawkv5s"><img id="isebq8uvpllyawkv5s" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/2b0hmWaHnU2Qa6t2ew2DQRYrbbBEBzO7YutAAsWeX3gpKEjqcovul6tfCSwgbgH5.png" alt="airplane on sky during golden hour" title="airplane on sky during golden hour" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Mont St Michel" data-positionX="undefined" data-positionY="undefined" data-fullWidth="false"/><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Mont St Michel</figcaption></figure> As we drove back to Deauville, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, there was a comfortable silence between us. Maybe, just maybe, a little history lesson had seeped into Enzo's video game-obsessed brain.Normandy Nuggets:This trip to Normandy was a beautiful mix of historical exploration, delicious food (except for Enzo's hotdog), and unexpected moments of reflection. It was a reminder that even the most history-buff 12-year-olds can be touched by the power of the past. Plus, I learned a valuable lesson: always pack extra napkins for those pesky French pastries.

Normandy with My History-Buff Son (Emphasis on Buff): A Tale of Beaches, Baguettes, and Unexpected Tears

Ah, Paris. City of love, lights, and...my 12-year-old son, Enzo, who came to Paris with one mission: conquer the Eiffel Tower.Eiffel Tower Euphoria:Enzo, bless his prepubescent heart, had been dreaming of this moment since he was knee-high to a croissant. We get to the Eiffel Tower, shimmering with the Olympic rings, and Enzo practically bursts with glee. He whipped out his phone,not for Minecraft this time, but to capture endless selfies with the Iron Lady in the background. Mission accomplished!(Thank goodness for small victories.)<figure id="figure-dgebdy8etalyabzdaq"><img id="dgebdy8etalyabzdaq" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/26FAnnqUliN75yvLZ7TEhBH1mwOYtwpDAHsrzKhSeei0M4LrdYopzk9XomPdaB5b.jpg" alt="assorted hot air balloons flying at high altitude during daytime" title="assorted hot air balloons flying at high altitude during daytime" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Eiffel Tower" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/26FAnnqUliN75yvLZ7TEhBH1mwOYtwpDAHsrzKhSeei0M4LrdYopzk9XomPdaB5b.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Eiffel Tower</figcaption></figure><figure id="figure-s6n32timfllyac14ux"><img id="s6n32timfllyac14ux" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/1eUO3OHf8KvF5keFerKxnsdjOuuNSMGRBuzvUgMV4CVa4i6L4TOeXBqPA2H6WY4w.png" alt="flat lay photography of camera, book, and bag" title="flat lay photography of camera, book, and bag" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Dinner at the Eiffel Tower" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/1eUO3OHf8KvF5keFerKxnsdjOuuNSMGRBuzvUgMV4CVa4i6L4TOeXBqPA2H6WY4w.png" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Dinner at the Eiffel Tower</figcaption></figure> Haute Cuisine...Ish:Dinner at Madame Brasserie was fancy, with a capital "F." White tablecloths, waiters who could pronounce "escargot" without a hitch, and a view of the Eiffel Tower that would make your Instagram followers weep. Enzo, however, spent the entire time trying to convince me his phone case was a vintage Chanel clutch (it was not). But hey, at least he was momentarily distracted from the Eiffel Tower.Living the High Life (Sort Of):We treated ourselves (and by "we" I mean maxed out my credit card) to a bougie lunch at Louis Vuitton. Fancy plates?Check. Ridiculously expensive water? Double check. Dessert selection that looked like a museum exhibit? Absolutely.Enzo, meanwhile, was more interested in the free monogram stickers they were handing out. Priorities, right?<figure id="figure-gettlm94ylyac4lxy"><img id="gettlm94ylyac4lxy" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/3uaPLYwV2CsZV1VbGh8Byi5T9IABVdRdyeog8NZaJRmcBx6wwrPQUIZSV9Czs4nI.jpg" alt="man standing near cliff looking at body of water during daytime" title="man standing near cliff looking at body of water during daytime" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Bread service at Louis Vuitton" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/3uaPLYwV2CsZV1VbGh8Byi5T9IABVdRdyeog8NZaJRmcBx6wwrPQUIZSV9Czs4nI.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Bread service at Louis Vuitton</figcaption></figure>Culture Clash (with a Twist):No Parisian adventure is complete without the Louvre. We braved the crowds (and Enzo's constant questions about why people were staring at walls) to see the Mona Lisa. Enzo's verdict? "Meh. My Minecraft skin has a cooler smile." At least he was consistent! Later, we refueled at the Dior restaurant with classic steak frites. Because apparently, even a preteen can appreciate perfectly cooked steak (especially when slathered in ketchup).<figure id="figure-3voih637iclyac6z5h"><img id="3voih637iclyac6z5h" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/13JCmkzCj5CUpoqnVwRUhT4YWukUK7Yfevjhtaj7nyYKaseE2aa29sKU0uMsD2qx.jpg" alt="woman standing on middle of road" title="woman standing on middle of road" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Louvre Museum" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/13JCmkzCj5CUpoqnVwRUhT4YWukUK7Yfevjhtaj7nyYKaseE2aa29sKU0uMsD2qx.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Louvre Museum</figcaption></figure> Shopping Spree:Paris is a shopper's paradise, and I may have gone a little overboard (okay, a lot overboard) on some new handbags. Enzo,however, stuck to the essentials: a light-up Eiffel Tower keychain (shocking, I know) and a miniature replica of the Eiffel Tower made entirely of chocolate (a win in my book).Michelin Star Mishap:We ended the trip with a bang – a Michelin-starred dinner at La Scene Helene. Ten courses of exquisite food, impeccable service, and an ambiance that screamed "sophistication." Enzo, however, spent most of the time trying to convince the waiter his phone was a high-tech napkin. Classic Enzo.<figure id="figure-fgnfibyfzslyac8y43"><img id="fgnfibyfzslyac8y43" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/25HCNYEGUWJU4bs49dXgiJqGuY5GrBSqoDOlCU7qSuBgUHdxJSNuLAQdUXfHvBtd.png" alt="aerial view photography of boats on seashore" title="aerial view photography of boats on seashore" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Michelin Star Dinner" data-positionX="undefined" data-positionY="undefined" data-fullWidth="false"/><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Michelin Star Dinner</figcaption></figure> Final Thoughts:Paris with a preteen was an experience, to say the least. It was filled with eye rolls, misplaced phone cases, and enough "Mom, can I get this?"s to make my head spin. But amidst the chaos, there were also moments of pure joy, shared laughter, and memories that will last a lifetime. Plus, I got a fabulous new purse. So win-win? Maybe.P.S. The Mona Lisa may not have impressed Enzo, but hey, at least he has a lifetime supply of Eiffel Tower memorabilia.And who knows, maybe someday he'll appreciate a good smile (even a slightly mysterious one).

Paris with a Preteen: Eiffel Tower Dreams, Seine River Selfies, and Fancy Fries

Let's be honest, folks. My birthday wish list gets a little dusty. But this year, I finally dusted it off, grabbed my metaphorical (and very real) glass of champagne, and jetted off to the land of bubbly bliss – Champagne, France!<figure id="figure-vssrwavablyab7z5w"><img id="vssrwavablyab7z5w" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/38j3pivtIbFjnUkiHwlRown6qf0gEkOqlGTGbW6GPb7jjw4pPn2y9GG4557jvmHo.png" alt="woman standing on middle of road" title="woman standing on middle of road" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Domaine de Barive" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/38j3pivtIbFjnUkiHwlRown6qf0gEkOqlGTGbW6GPb7jjw4pPn2y9GG4557jvmHo.png" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Domaine de Barive</figcaption></figure>My digs? Domaine De Barive, a French countryside chateau so fancy it probably has a moat full of Evian. Picture waking up in a fairytale castle, surrounded by vineyards stretching as far as the eye can see (which, admittedly, wasn't that far after a few glasses of champagne the night before).<figure id="figure-034f6xw95tlyab9p84"><img id="034f6xw95tlyab9p84" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/176OZwxbJTavs6S921qrWJeMFebLnT02Im0550lOoJv6qdYCLkjGv3zZ5aFiRw3J.png" alt="man standing inside airport looking at LED flight schedule bulletin board" title="man standing inside airport looking at LED flight schedule bulletin board" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Moët and Chandon" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/176OZwxbJTavs6S921qrWJeMFebLnT02Im0550lOoJv6qdYCLkjGv3zZ5aFiRw3J.png" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Moët and Chandon</figcaption></figure><figure id="figure-ljthfvlvzmlyabbbyw"><img id="ljthfvlvzmlyabbbyw" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/13TMcB7srpzJYLj0yeEcgin2YBuMEkYBAbDAyOvE4kfj6a237kBJDRNQFFHFNd5B.jpg" alt="woman walking on street surrounded by buildings" title="woman walking on street surrounded by buildings" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Ruinart" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/13TMcB7srpzJYLj0yeEcgin2YBuMEkYBAbDAyOvE4kfj6a237kBJDRNQFFHFNd5B.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Ruinart</figcaption></figure><figure id="figure-0os4nbwsclyabc6s6"><img id="0os4nbwsclyabc6s6" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/16LjBzE3TpD5ALvenRvYdbvGCTR3RB1pSUOkJ5lRXRSXtgwEqnzLYM9SNIsKXsoO.png" alt="multi-colored hot air balloon flying on sky" title="multi-colored hot air balloon flying on sky" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Veuve Cliquot" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/16LjBzE3TpD5ALvenRvYdbvGCTR3RB1pSUOkJ5lRXRSXtgwEqnzLYM9SNIsKXsoO.png" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Veuve Cliquot</figcaption></figure> The next four days were a delightful blur of charming towns (Reims and Epernay, for those keeping score), questionable French accents (mostly mine), and enough champagne tours to make even a Kardashian feel a little woozy. We popped corks at Veuve Clicquot, Pommery, Ruinart, Taittinger, and Moët &amp; Chandon, each experience more luxurious (and slightly more confusing) than the last. Pro tip: don't attempt to pronounce "Rosé Brut" after your third flute.But the real win of the trip was L'Extra, a Michelin-recommended restaurant with a heart of gold. The staff here has mental disabilities, and let me tell you, their passion and service were the best bubbly pairing I've ever had. Plus, the food was amazing (unlike my attempt at ordering escargot in broken French).<figure id="figure-diviweowyllyabea4s"><img id="diviweowyllyabea4s" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/1fntz8oGZ6aOQ4nKrVZieS5OJbY5mTt3MCGAb1X6HG3S00jg265TI5XadJZEmuGR.jpg" alt="person holding iPad beside SLR camera" title="person holding iPad beside SLR camera" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="L’Extra" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/1fntz8oGZ6aOQ4nKrVZieS5OJbY5mTt3MCGAb1X6HG3S00jg265TI5XadJZEmuGR.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">L’Extra</figcaption></figure> Speaking of amazing, my birthday dinner at Chateau de Sacy was a sight to behold. Think rolling vineyards bathed in the golden glow of sunset, a view so beautiful it practically photoshopped itself. The food was incredible, the company even better (except for maybe the guy who kept snoring next to me – sorry, Pierre!), and the memories made were priceless (unlike the bill – whew!).<figure id="figure-hmf1493gialyabf76u"><img id="hmf1493gialyabf76u" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/15GxGpYFO6WZtumx5SbI9wBnfd7QjUTaxT5Ct20HgZ8VpDqxJtPVW32aZkIjZMW4.png" alt="airplane on sky during golden hour" title="airplane on sky during golden hour" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Chateau de Sacy" data-positionX="undefined" data-positionY="undefined" data-fullWidth="false"/><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Chateau de Sacy</figcaption></figure>This trip to Champagne wasn't just about the bubbles (although, let's be real, it was mostly about the bubbles). It was about experiencing French charm, supporting a good cause, and maybe learning a thing or two about responsible champagne consumption (emphasis on the maybe). So, if you're looking for a luxurious escape with a dash of hilarity and a side of questionable language skills, then look no further than Champagne, France! Now, where did I put that leftover bottle...?

Birthday Bubbly Bliss: A Champagne Adventure in France!

Let's be honest, traditional camping is for, well, campers. You know the type: enjoys the thrill of wrestling with a pop-up tent, considers a lukewarm shower a luxury, and finds entertainment in arguing over who gets the last spoonful of burnt beans. Not me. This Mother's Day weekend, I was all about glamping in<a data-mce-href="https://kiwi.tp.st/zm281DPm" href="https://kiwi.tp.st/zm281DPm" target="_blank" rel="noopener"> Cape Cod</a>, and let me tell you, it was glorious.The Knob: Birds, Beaches, and One Confused LabradoodleOur adventure began with a trip to The Knob in Falmouth. Now, pictures don't do this place justice. It's a gorgeous hike with stunning beach views, perfect for a family outing (minus Beamer, the labradoodle, who spent most of the time marking his territory by peeing everywhere and wondering why the ocean wasn't a giant water bowl). The highlight, however, was the bird sanctuary. Enzo, my ever-enthusiastic 12-year-old, became a temporary bird whisperer, attempting to converse with a particularly judgmental-looking seagull. Let's just say, his avian charm school needs some work.<figure id="figure-ijck3cre6zlw3fqa5g"><img id="ijck3cre6zlw3fqa5g" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/8aft3epuZ5qNOjJTN3DG5JKgPOiQCwB5Ng3DsvKUUyBRwMQaBYflp7ZBaLX5OYJA.jpg" alt="Family at the knob" title="Family at the knob" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="The Knob" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/8aft3epuZ5qNOjJTN3DG5JKgPOiQCwB5Ng3DsvKUUyBRwMQaBYflp7ZBaLX5OYJA.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">The Knob</figcaption></figure>Seafood Sam's: Because Lobster Makes Everything BetterAfter all that fresh air, our stomachs were grumbling louder than Beamer after a particularly gassy lunch (note to self:ration the kibble). Luckily, Seafood Sam's came to the rescue. This place is a haven for seafood lovers, with a dog-friendly patio that could seat the entire cast of 101 Dalmatians (and their humans). I dove headfirst into a mountain of lobster and fries (because, hello, Mother's Day!), while Logan opted for the classic warm buttered lobster roll. Enzo, bless his heart, stuck to the kiddie menu with a side of "I'm-not-sharing-these-delicious-clam-strips" glares.<figure id="figure-h3wsnd1nsglw3fsgvw"><img id="h3wsnd1nsglw3fsgvw" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/257AQ1qNvpDWF3Ymrnpx2w7pZcp1Grqwx0sUpLAMx3tjUQjdz6kVzDbMzOyV1lmj.jpg" alt="" title="" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Steamed Lobster with Warmed Butter and fries" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/257AQ1qNvpDWF3Ymrnpx2w7pZcp1Grqwx0sUpLAMx3tjUQjdz6kVzDbMzOyV1lmj.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Steamed Lobster with Warmed Butter and fries</figcaption></figure>AutoCamp Cape Cod: Where Airstreams Meet LuxuryFinally, at 4 pm, we arrived at our home for the weekend: <a data-mce-href="https://hotellook.tp.st/Ij7TkHUR" href="https://hotellook.tp.st/Ij7TkHUR" target="_blank" rel="noopener">AutoCamp Cape Cod</a>. Forget sleeping bags and lumpy pillows – this was glamping with a capital "G". Our accommodation? A swanky, retrofitted Airstream that looked straight out of a design magazine. The campsite itself was a cluster of these modern marvels, nestled amongst the trees with a peek-a-boo view of the Atlantic Ocean.The <a data-mce-href="https://hotellook.tp.st/Ij7TkHUR" href="https://hotellook.tp.st/Ij7TkHUR">Airstream</a>: Basically a Fancy Hotel on WheelsNow, this is what I'm talking about! The Airstream was cozy yet surprisingly roomy, stocked with everything we needed – plates, utensils, even a mini-fridge and microwave (s'mores, anyone?). The bathroom was a sparkling oasis, complete with toiletries and a shower that wouldn't make me claustrophobic. Let's just say, this momma was thrilled to avoid the communal bathroom situation you find at traditional campgrounds. Brushing my teeth in peace? Priceless.<figure id="figure-bhssb7rsiolw3fu36h"><img id="bhssb7rsiolw3fu36h" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/6BgExz2NF7umKLVVEIjiGqiAOfV0VaOAxzQaSo5clvaTeMSjM6eUviBOKgq5fmqs.jpg" alt="" title="" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Airstream at Auto Camp" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/6BgExz2NF7umKLVVEIjiGqiAOfV0VaOAxzQaSo5clvaTeMSjM6eUviBOKgq5fmqs.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Airstream at Auto Camp <figure id="figure-t7r934mszlw3fydjt"><img id="t7r934mszlw3fydjt" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/19zIVsGh0wGcm9Pe02nj4xElRZHdP7vOL5MRGleW4o9QPoD4LaM0sjhYZtJVtdjR.jpg" alt="airplane on sky during golden hour" title="airplane on sky during golden hour" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Inside the AirStream" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/19zIVsGh0wGcm9Pe02nj4xElRZHdP7vOL5MRGleW4o9QPoD4LaM0sjhYZtJVtdjR.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Inside the AirStream</figcaption></figure><figure id="figure-haudqxvv1lw3fzdu7"><img id="haudqxvv1lw3fzdu7" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/6rCnFbdZqLzZPhoSa6ZoP51zZNVbC4PNRnAvHqBjPkrhX5kDAQEMhwlbMMNQJwPQ.jpg" alt="" title="" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Modern Bathroom" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/6rCnFbdZqLzZPhoSa6ZoP51zZNVbC4PNRnAvHqBjPkrhX5kDAQEMhwlbMMNQJwPQ.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Modern Bathroom Campfire Chaos and Family Fun Our evenings were spent playing the Filipino card game Tong Its (Enzo lost spectacularly, as usual), roasting marshmallows for the perfect s'mores, and watching the fireflies put on a dazzling light show. We even managed to cook popcorn over the fire, which resulted in a minor explosion of burnt kernels and singed eyebrows (don't judge, it happens to the best of us).</figcaption></figure></figcaption></figure><figure id="figure-u4qdcmo9p8lw3g0pzv" class=""><img id="u4qdcmo9p8lw3g0pzv" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/223k4FY7gPAonuB1ZInJ9cyN8rOcVlkWneZaH6pfHvpSCnrkllSfGZX6hVm5MbY1.png" alt="" title="" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Tong Its" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/223k4FY7gPAonuB1ZInJ9cyN8rOcVlkWneZaH6pfHvpSCnrkllSfGZX6hVm5MbY1.png" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Tong Its</figcaption></figure><figure id="figure-7benwglx8dlw3fvzkr"><img id="7benwglx8dlw3fvzkr" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/2cu7KbT4aWt39C3RgOV0a84cfnxRRBxyZRiGJGL0lO06YvUnGgR5RnhEp7e3TWA1.jpg" alt="" title="" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: undefined undefined;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Ready for some Smores" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/2cu7KbT4aWt39C3RgOV0a84cfnxRRBxyZRiGJGL0lO06YvUnGgR5RnhEp7e3TWA1.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: undefined undefined;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Ready for some Smores</figcaption></figure>Honestly, this was the best Mother's Day weekend I could have asked for. Relaxation, laughter, and good food. If you're looking for a Cape Cod adventure that's minus the hassle and plus the comfort, then glamping at <a data-mce-href="https://hotellook.tp.st/Ij7TkHUR" href="https://hotellook.tp.st/Ij7TkHUR">AutoCamp</a> is the way to go.

Glamping with the Fam: Cape Cod Mishaps and Lobster Rolls

Ah, Newport, Rhode Island. Land of sprawling lawns, envy-inducing yachts, and mansions that would make Gatsby shed a tear (of inadequacy, of course). I ventured there recently, ready to soak up the fancy vibes and, let's be honest, pretend to be a Vanderbilt for a weekend.First stop: The White Horse Tavern, the oldest restaurant in America (founded in 1673, for those of you keeping score at home). Let me tell you, this place oozes history. The walls whispered tales of pirates, revolutionaries, and probably a few very wealthy hangovers. The food? Amazing! I devoured a lobster roll that could feed a small family of seagulls, and the atmosphere was just delightful. Pro tip: Practice your fancy shrimp-peeling skills beforehand. Messing with a lobster roll in a place older than your country can be a bit stressful.<figure id="figure-p1dtlwjyplunitfgq"><img id="p1dtlwjyplunitfgq" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/25B0Z7MY6V6sI7yHQGtk1lx8trPjpyb4gmcjOgiveSaRws6Fe6gUSotw3ale2wd4.jpg" alt="Enzo in front of the white horse tavern building" title="Enzo in front of the white horse tavern building" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Enzo at the White Horse Tavern" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/25B0Z7MY6V6sI7yHQGtk1lx8trPjpyb4gmcjOgiveSaRws6Fe6gUSotw3ale2wd4.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Enzo at the White Horse Tavern</figcaption></figure>Next on the agenda: mansion overload! Rosecliff, with its grand staircase and Tiffany glass windows, felt like a place where you'd expect to see someone waltzing down in a ballgown. Fun fact: they filmed a portion of the movie "The Great Gatsby" here, so basically, I practically waltzed down those stairs myself (in my head, at least).<figure id="figure-p24f6p2jsdluniv6el"><img id="p24f6p2jsdluniv6el" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/3bRBwWHnG7LckDg0BELMLl9hRV1Apqi0IjYvHssEEQweZmhxZkLTjaxIQFI3risD.jpg" alt="black framed Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on top of book" title="black framed Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on top of book" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="My parents with Enzo in front of the Rosecliff Mansion" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/3bRBwWHnG7LckDg0BELMLl9hRV1Apqi0IjYvHssEEQweZmhxZkLTjaxIQFI3risD.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">My parents with Enzo in front of the Rosecliff Mansion</figcaption></figure>The Marble House, all gleaming white marble and extravagant fireplaces, was built by a fella named William K. Vanderbilt (yes, another Vanderbilt) for his wife. Apparently, Mrs. Vanderbilt wasn't a huge fan of the cold, so they only used the house for a few months a year. Rough life, right?<figure id="figure-nowfvcottnluniwikn"><img id="nowfvcottnluniwikn" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/36fLTpeK68w4T6coCLqBy7iK86p7My3rhSFUYFhxV0mWgqhWMkwpmFOD6wPLCVWA.jpg" alt="aerial photo people in beach at daytime" title="aerial photo people in beach at daytime" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="With my husband Logan inside the Marble House" data-positionx="undefined" data-positiony="undefined" data-fullwidth="false" data-mce-src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/36fLTpeK68w4T6coCLqBy7iK86p7My3rhSFUYFhxV0mWgqhWMkwpmFOD6wPLCVWA.jpg" data-mce-style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;"><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">With my husband Logan inside the Marble House</figcaption></figure>Finally, The Breakers. This behemoth has 70 rooms, a four-lane bowling alley (because, you know, essentials), and a giant freakin' organ. It's more than a house, it's a playground for the obscenely wealthy. There's a rumor that the servants used to roller skate through the corridors to get their jobs done faster. Now that's an image I won't soon forget.<figure id="figure-snpwgom3aulunixr6t"><img id="snpwgom3aulunixr6t" src="https://cdn.durable.co/blocks/2fhnIXc6y9ubyfCBtxaPYrdaqIT6EuMAKsgpqsy22ZP24ZZrdlf0VmhnLExEu1X3.jpg" alt="high-angle photography of white boat on blue ocean water near green leafed trees during daytime" title="high-angle photography of white boat on blue ocean water near green leafed trees during daytime" class="object-cover bg-gray-100 rounded-sm md:rounded-md lg:rounded-lg" style="aspect-ratio: 16/9; object-position: center center;" data-corners="default" data-aspect="16:9" data-caption="Enzo with his grandparents inside The Breakers Mansion" data-positionX="undefined" data-positionY="undefined" data-fullWidth="false"/><figcaption class="body-normal text-gray-500 mt-2">Enzo with his grandparents inside The Breakers Mansion</figcaption></figure>Let me tell you, by the end of the day, I was exhausted from all the opulence. My head spun with visions of crystal chandeliers and gilded bathtubs (seriously, these people had FANCY bathrooms). But here's the thing: These weren't just houses, they were time capsules. A glimpse into a bygone era of outrageous wealth and excess.And a big shout out to the Newport Preservation Society for keeping these architectural wonders standing. Because let's be honest, if it weren't for them, these summer cottages (because, yes, these were just SUMMER HOMES for these crazy rich folks) would probably be condos by now.So, would I recommend a trip to Newport? Absolutely! Just remember to pack your most extravagant daydreams and maybe a hefty dose of perspective. After all, a little reality check goes a long way when you're surrounded by enough gold to make Fort Knox jealous.

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