A little bit of an introduction as to why I’ve set up this
travel blog. I have been extremely
blessed to have been able to see and experience 42 countries on 6 continents
around the world with some cool ‘bucket list’ items along the way. From running
with the bulls in Pamplona to hiking the Inca Trail leading into Machu Picchu
in Peru, it has been amazing to see and experience some pretty remote parts of
the world. I’ve also been able to experience 46 of the 50 US States [missing
Kentucky, Alaska, Oklahoma, and Kansas].
This blog is my attempt, moving forward on to the remaining
countries of the world and those four elusive US States, to capture those
sights, sounds, and experiences of our travels [local, national, and
international]. Part of the impetus to this blog is to provide my nephew with a
digital record of our trips and hopefully instill in him a similar wanderlust
that I have had for a few decades. Since
he was a baby, I have sent him a postcard from every single trip I’ve been on
[he has a stack!]. Now, he’ll have a digital “postcard” to augment the paper
ones. The other part is that the older I
get the more I want to remember some of the details of some really cool
trips. Little things like the name of a
great restaurant or a small tidbit on what you really NEED to do while
attending a certain event or visiting a specific city [note: if you ever run
with the bulls in Pamplona, get to the arena.
You’ll see what I mean.]
I’ve been travelling since I was a baby – literally. While
pregnant with her third of three boys, my mother was part of the official US
host delegation of delegates from the former Soviet Union [Ukraine and Georgia]
to observe the 1972 Presidential election of Nixon vs McGovern. The delegation
members, with my mom included, traveled all around the country: New Orleans,
San Francisco, Las Vegas, Greenville, MS, Durham, NC (Duke University), NYC and
back to Washington, DC. So from an early
age I was on the move!
Fast forward a few years and I have some vivid travel memories like traveling to Toronto,
Canada in our family station wagon for one of my brother’s many soccer
tournaments up and down the East Coast. In fact, for most of my first 14 summers of my life, our annual family vacation was to travel to Singer Island, Florida to stay at the Colonnades Beach Hotel [which is now the site of the
Marriott Ocean Shores Resort]. I loved those trips. I remember being so eager to get into the
ocean when we first arrived at the hotel, waiting for my older brothers to get
back with freshly caught fish each night which we’d hopefully be able to eat for
dinner, or just having a blast as a typical young kid on a beach building sand
castles and getting sunburned. I
suspect, though, that my current disdain of long-distance driving probably
emanates from those 1,004 mile one-way trips [not that I’m counting] – in a car
– with an entire family – in the summer heat.
Part of the travel bug was also instilled in me by my father
who took me on some pretty incredible trips around the country. We hiked Pikes Peak [14,110 feet] when I was
thirteen years old [I turned yellow and slept most of the way up the mountain,
BUT we made it to the top!]. At fifteen,
I went river rafting with dad down the Colorado River – six nights, seven days
on pontoon boats camping at small beaches along the way down the river. We also made our way
to the Pacific Northwest hiking up Mount St. Helens to the very edge of the rim of the volcano and visiting small towns like Cougar, Washington along the way. For
a young teenager, these were very adventurous trips, somewhat dangerous at times,
but ones that I vividly remember to this day.
With that said, that is a small
snapshot of my love of travel instilled in me at a very young age continuing
throughout my life. My wife and I hope you find our glimpses of our travels somewhat amusing, fun, and informative as we make our way traveling through life [Percursatio Vitae].