March 16, 2018 1 min read
As we get ready to board Viking
Sky in the Mediterranean, I started thinking about why
I love to travel.
I knew, as a child, that I was a traveler. I somehow knew there was a difference between a traveler, who strives to absorb the culture everywhere they go, and a tourist who is content to take a peek but not dive in with both feet. I’ve no clue how I knew this. My family is first generation American, which doesn’t usually translate to being very aware of a world beyond our own little corner. Somehow, I knew there was a bigger world out there and I knew that no matter how different others sounded or looked there had to be a basic sameness. I wanted to taste it all, to discover how we can be so alike and yet so different.
I am not alone in this passion and I am so curious as to how and
why some people become travelers and others grow and thrive right
where they are planted. Sooooo…. I am asking you to take
the time to send me one sentence as to where your passion for
seeing this wonderful world originated. I was born with
mine. Why do some of us love the adventure and immersion of
being a traveler and others prefer the comforts of their own
slice of heaven? Are you a traveler or an occasional tourist…and
Post a comment on my FaceBook Page. Where or when did your passion for travel begin? I look forward to hearing from you!
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