I told the hubby when we booked our trip to Costa Rica, that we wouldn’t go zip-lining with the kids. I even remember saying, “Whatever we do, we are NOT going zip-lining!!!” I was worried that it would be dangerous, that they were too young; that I would get stuck somewhere on a line in the middle of a Costa Rica jungle.
And then we went zip-lining. Me. Him. Them. All of us. (That smile? It’s just because it’s for the camera. Really, I’m swearing at the guy taking the photo.)
And they did the Tarzan swing. Twice. (I nearly threw up. Sorry, but it’s true. When I figure out how to show video, you’ll see why.) Yes, this was a place with little zip-lines that even 3-year olds (3-year olds!!!) can handle. And ultimately I felt like we were in good hands. But really? Zip-lining? And that was their favorite part of the whole trip. (I still hate the idea of it. Never again. Well, maybe never again.)