It started with an unusual noise, which you never want to hear at 65 miles per hour, and ended with a blown-out tire and my entire vacation sitting beside the road.
I was happy to pay extra for a sleeping car rather than try to figure out how to get kids to sleep in the coach section of the train.
We had no idea how much it would cost to provide our own kids with music lessons and instruments, as well as the extra expenses that come with being part of an ensemble.
I immediately bought tickets to go to Hawaii with a flexible return date.
Usually, I don’t make last-minute travel plans because I don’t want to incur the extra cost.
En route to the airport on an icy black January morning, our daughter threw up in her car seat. Uh oh. Then she puked a second time. Oh no.
As a little kid, I loved to color, loved picking out crayons. Yet I could never stay inside the lines.
This is not a story about stumbling upon amazing airfare deals or subsisting on a budget of $10 per day.
The answer to all my problems came to me during a 3 a.m. feeding: we would become travel hackers.