Though it’s a lie when I say that nothing has changed now that I’m a mum, it’s also true that you are the only one who sets boundaries—and the only one who will be able to cross them. Hiking to Refugio Vega de Urriellu in the Picos de Europa with my one-year-old in a carrier was equal parts wild, exhausting, and liberating. It reminded me that adventure doesn’t end with motherhood—it just changes shape.
I remember some months ago, in a Facebook group, this new mum asked for advice on traveling with a 6-month-old baby on an intercontinental flight: Our experience. Of course, there were a lot of comments, including the Don´t do it! I specifically remember one comment from this lady who claimed to be a flight attendant and had been on hundreds …
When I first saw a picture of Riaño in a National Geographic Travel Magazine, and I saw that it was located in Spain, I marked it with a little red heart on my Google Maps (Yes, I have many little red hearts there ;)). Visiting our friends in Léon with our 6-week-old baby turned out to be rather close to …
