My mom tells me just about everyday how she knew I would grow up to travel the world. She felt it as she carried me in her belly and knew once she pushed me out, I would want to explore far and distance lands.
I was 9 years old when my family set sail on a seven day cruise through the Caribbean and I got my first international experience. Even though our destinations were United States territories, I was immediately attracted to the feeling of being someplace other than what I knew.
Tasting new foods, seeing new sights, meeting people with accents. I never felt uncomfortable not having what I was used to, and I never complained when the bed I was sleeping in wasn’t like my bed at home. I loved it all, and I wanted more.
Many years later, I still am drawn to the same thrills and feelings about being in a foreign place. For me, it never gets old; even when I’m sleep deprived, jet lagged and groggy, I manage to muster up energy to explore and conquer.
Today I have decided to begin sharing my adventures with the world. Retracing old memories, as well as documenting new travels I plan to take, my plan is to write about what I see and give back what I have taken – literary snapshots of life taking place somewhere “down the road.”
My mother’s instinct was right about me; here today, gone tomorrow.
Buckle up and enjoy the written road.