As the sun broke over Vietnam’s East Sea horizon, my son and I gave one final tug to the coracle, securing it on the shore. The weathered fisherman, to whom the boat belonged, gave us an appreciative smile before uncovering his overnight haul. Tristan’s eyes went wide as he was staring at the cornucopia of sea creatures littering the floor. We were thousands of miles from our house in Zurich, but we could not have felt more at home.
My wife, Claudia, and I are uniquely blessed with being in professions that allow us to travel; and as a result, our sons are already frequent flyers. Tristan, 8, began flying at eight-weeks-old and Conrad, 4, hit the skies at three months. They now have a combined 200,000 air miles between them. They are both enrolled in our family world-schooling program where the opportunities for bonding and endless adventures create everlasting memories.
Read the remainder of our family travel article at the Luxe Getaway link below: