From the time I was four years old my dream was to travel.
I remember taking trips with my father to the bookstore and begging him to buy the latest edition guidebooks of Europe, and Asia and..well.. everywhere else. Due to my consistent nagging, he finally gave in. I would spend hours flipping through each page, absorbing all the information I could. I would plan out vacations to my future destinations and dream of all the things I would encounter. What can I say? I was a child consumed by wanderlust.
By age seven, I had a complete vacation planned out. There was a large world map pinned to my pastel pink wallpaper with pushpins in each and every destination. I had a plan to travel the world.… Continue reading