A tiny traveler’s big adventure to Sri Joravar Vilas
At just a few weeks old, I officially checked my first destination off my travel list — a mini vacation to the beautiful Sri Joravar Vilas in Santrampur some 4 hours away from Ahmedabad. Apparently, traveling with a newborn is not simple but Mumma and Papa were determined to prove that even tiny humans can be great travel companions.
Before the trip even began, our house looked like we were moving cities. For a person who weighs less than a bag of rice, I somehow required half the car. Into the luggage went: my stroller, carry seat, bath tub, multiple outfit changes (because fashion matters), swaddles, blankets, toys, books, diapers (and more diapers), my beauty essentials, and many “just in case” things.
Mumma kept adding things. Papa kept asking, “Do we really need this?” The answer was always yes.
Once we finally set off, the road trip turned out to be surprisingly smooth. I spent the journey doing my favorite things: feeding, looking around curiously, playing, and occasionally dozing off. Mumma sat beside me like my personal entertainment manager while Papa drove us through some smooth and some bumpy roads. By the time we arrived, I was already feeling like a seasoned traveler.
The moment we reached Sri Joravar Villas, even I could tell it was special. The property is peaceful, surrounded by greenery, wide open spaces, and towering trees that sway gently in the breeze. The calmness of the place felt like nature itself whispering, “Slow down.” And that worked perfectly for someone whose daily schedule revolves around milk, cuddles, and naps.
Even on vacation, Mumma and Papa made sure my daily routine stayed the same. Every morning began with Papa giving me a gentle massage. His warm hands and soft chatter were the perfect way to start my day. Right after that, Mumma would give me my bath — splashing, giggling, and lots of towel cuddles included. Who knew a baby could feel so refreshed on vacation?
At meals, Mumma and Papa sat at the table while I enjoyed my VIP seating — right in my stroller. From my stroller throne, I watched: plates arrive, birds fly around the garden, leaves swaying and people strolling through the property. Breakfast and lunch became my little observation sessions, and I loved every minute of it.
If there was one place that instantly made me happy, it was the garden. The trees created cool patches of shade, the air smelled fresh, and the soft sounds of nature were perfect for a tiny baby’s curious ears. Mumma and Papa would stroll me under the trees, and I would quietly watch the leaves moving above me — completely mesmerized.
Let’s just say my naps during the trip were – creative. Some were long. Some were short. Some were in the cradle. Some were in Mom’s arms. Apparently vacation naps don’t follow strict schedules — and I was perfectly fine with that.
But I had one rule. 8 PM is wind down time. Just like at home. Mumma had another special ritual — my evening massage. With soft lights and gentle hands, she would massage me and get me ready to wind down for the night. After that, it was milk, cuddles and off to dreamland. And because I was such a good vacation baby, I slept peacefully through the night — giving Mumma and Papa peace of mind.
For the first time in years Mumma and Papa had dinner at different times on a trip. While one of them stayed with me, the other got to enjoy a quiet dinner. But they are a couple learning how to travel with their tiny new teammate so stop complaining mumma papa. And between diaper bags, stroller parking spots, and baby cuddles, they still managed to soak in the beauty of the trip.
After 2 beautiful days it was time to go back home and I wasn’t ready but Mumma said everyone back home was missing me so I had to go. And just like the drive to Santrampur, the return journey was smooth and happy! More feeding. More playing. More curious baby gazing out of the window.
And by the time we got home, I had officially completed my first vacation — and proven that even the smallest travelers can make the biggest memories. But one thing is certain if this was my first trip, Mumma and Papa better start packing again soon. Because apparently… this tiny traveler is just getting started.
