The 7-year-old couldn’t contain her excitement as she raced from kitchen to living room (big TV and oh-so-comfy couch), bedroom, and bathroom (oversized tub). That she could ski right out the door and back at the end of the day was a definite plus.
“This is the living life!” she declared. We had to agree. I wish I could say all of our vacation rentals over the years — that 7-year-old, my older daughter, is now in her 30s — had been so wonderful.
There was the time in Australia we were burgled while my 12-year-old slept upstairs in a duplex; the ski condo where the glass shower door fell off and the stove didn’t work; the condo in Bologna, Italy, that had two bedrooms but no shared living space and was located in a sketchy neighborhood….