Travelling families come in all shapes and sizes, writes Elisabeth Easther.
It's human nature to want what other people have, to imagine that everyone else is having a better, easier, happier time. Although of course that's just not true. But one thing I do know is that many people in long-term relationships romanticise about the fun their single friends are having, just as all the single ladies (and lads) look across at their couple contemporaries and imagine that their lives are an endless (not to mention perfect) first date.
And there's something about travel that emphasises the divide between singles and couples which is why, during the holidays, I feel significantly more conscious that Theo and I are a family of two. When I watch more traditional family units on the move, two parents, a handful of kids, I sometimes feel wistful. Am I missing out by not having another adult with whom to share the fun? To share the responsibility? To split the costs?
And is Theo missing out by not having readymade playmates/siblings to accompany us on our adventures?
Admittedly, with domestic travel, we often rustle up an extra child, a cousin or a friend but mostly it's just me and him. Him and me. The two of us. Table pour deux, s'il vous plait.