Whale watching in Cabo, Mexico
The world is a book, and those who don’t travel read only a page. – St. Augustine
From winning a first-grade award for most books read to constructing plans of writing my own novel, I have always been obsessed with the written word and the power it has to transport me to a different time and place for as long as my imagination, or my mom, would allow me to remain immersed. Reading was and is my escape – a learning platform that shaped my vocabulary and writing skills while it inspired my desire to visit the destinations outlined in those pages.
Thus began my passion for travel and living abroad. What began as words on paper has become several years of travel to more than 20 countries across four continents with tales of the incredible people and cultures that finally existed outside my mind. Reading was the start, but it wasn’t enough. I like to experience things first-hand.
I don’t know that I have a travel “goal”– no real desire to accumulate a certain number of towns, states, countries or continents visited in a certain timeframe. I just hope I can always reach deep down, no matter where I am in life, and find that little bug that continuously reminds me that there will always be more places to see, more people to meet and more life to live. In a way I hope I am never content. That there is always one more road I need to travel, and one more story I need to tell.
Once you start reading my story, I hope you won’t be able to put it down.
