Why 12?

This is another posting on the delights and trepidations of travel with grandchildren upon  attainment of their twelfth year.  This year we have two coming of age (so to speak), and decided with some concern, to do a twofer.  When I’ve explained this to others, I’m generally met with raised eyebrows and an implied, “are you nuts”, and in a way, we are.  S. and I in the fall of our years, cherishing privacy, an afternoon nap, a cocktail or two before dinner, and a schedule dictated only by our whims taking on the task of traveling with and entertaining a young boy and girl teetering between childhood and adolescence.  At this age they know nothing and they know...