I am a huge advocate of multi-generational travel. I started traveling alone with my Grandmother when I was twelve. Our first trip was to Greece. After that, we cruised around the Caribbean a few times and then explored a bunch of small islands. Growing up she was a constant fixture on most of my family trips as well.
In her mid-90s she was still keen to travel as much as possible. As a matter of fact, she kept her suitcase packed at all times. In the fall of 2011, while we were reminiscing over our last trip with her (a cruise from Rome to Málaga), she casually slipped into the conversation that she was “ready to go again” whenever we were. We started dreaming of all the possibilities because, with Gram, the world was truly our oyster. It was soon decided that we would go through the Panama Canal over the Christmas holiday.
For example, one day we anchored off of this tiny private island. We took the tenders in so we could spend the day swimming, snorkeling and just relaxing.
There are always plenty of water sports to partake in. Wherever we were for the day, the crew brought kayaks, paddle boards, and other water sports equipment. Other times we were able to swim right off the back of the ship into the ocean from their onboard water platform.
In Costa Rica, we got this close to a sloth. Really!
We loved Casco Viejo – Old Town Panama City.
Whenever we traveled with my Grandmother, we were always the anomaly. We’d have the oldest passenger on board and the youngest. It usually garners us a bit of attention and some questions from fellow travelers. But we don’t mind. It usually resulted in Gram telling a great travel story like the time she missed the last tender back to her cruise ship and had to take a fishing boat out to her ship only to climb up the outside to get back on board. True story!