I can't remember the first trip I took. There were small trips to Palm Springs, San Diego, Laguna, Arrowhead, Tahoe & San Francisco.
Shortly after I turned 8 my parents took us on the only big trip as a family. For Christmas Vacation we flew to Mexico City. The pilot let us go into the cockpit during the night time approach to the city. It was exciting and beautiful. Why we were so lucky I have no idea.
Mexico City was wonderful; eating fresh sugar cane at the plantation, climbing the pyramids , the floating gardens, the food, the giant mosaic Aztec Calendar, and the huge flea market. Of interest was the Jewish country club we visited, done on the insistence of one of my father's patients. My father also wanted us to see how the less fortunate population lived and to observe the people on their knees as they went to church. Some of the people doing this were really old & I did not need to hear the contempt in my father's voice to think this was very wrong.
From Mexico City we drove to the quaint old silver mining town of Taxco where the women still washed their clothing in the center of town. The hotel and the largest toy train set up I had ever seen. He seemed much smaller when I was there than looking at photos today.
We continued on to Acapulco where I water skied for the first time, broke my first pinata, swam all day & ruined my father's fishing trip when I got sea sick.
Except for the fishing trip & the flight back to Mexico City (talk about sick!) it was wonderful.
