Before I ever started traveling, I read.
I sailed the Atlantic with The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle. I flew over the plains of Africa in West With the Night. And I sat in the bleachers in the dusty West Texas country and watched High School Football with Friday Night Lights.
Besides a few trips to Canada and Bermuda, I’d never even left the country until I was in college. While traveling seemed like a big adventure, it wasn’t the adventure that I really cared that much about back then.
It seems crazy to think about that now.
The Start of My Wanderlust
I guess you could say I ‘officially’ got bitten by the travel bug on my first overseas trip. It was for my sophomore year spring break, one of those all inclusive deals 5 days flight and hotel and transport to London.
Why not? I figured.
When I look back now, after all the months I’ve spent traveling abroad, it was really the awakening of my love of travel. Now, going to Europe for 5 days is nothing, most of my trips are at least 5 weeks.
I credit that trip with getting me really excited about travel. The next year, I signed up to do a semester study abroad program in The Netherlands, where I got to go all over Europe.
I loved every second of it.