DON’T TELL ME I CAN’T GO BACKPACKING WITH A BABY
My son Ben was eight weeks old when he got on his first flight. That was when we relocated from Johannesburg to Esslingen, Germany. My husband, Marthinus, got a job offer there and after years of trying to get pregnant, we decided to focus on another huge dream of ours: travel.
Just a month after Marthinus’ contract was signed, we were staring at a positive pregnancy test. We spent weeks deliberating about whether to stay or go,
