In my BB life (Before Baby), my husband and I were fairly adventurous travelers. Well, adventurous in the eyes of our families, but my mom also thought I was 'adventurous' for riding the subway by myself. In University. That said, we've done some pretty amazing things during our travels and now that we're traveling with our toddler, our trips are decidedly less adventurous - for the time being.
So, in honour of my pre-parent life (Did I have such a thing? Did I actually exist before JR was born? Some days I wonder. Perhaps its the sleep-deprived haze I walk around in that's affected my memory...), I dedicate Mondays to all those adventures I had that didn't involve a sippy cup. Because what are Mondays for if not dreaming of escapes past and future?