In Search of the Next Journey
There is something about travel that inspires me to want to search and discover new cultures for myself and everyone else. It fills the soul and just plain makes me smile. I love everything about the travel process; I can even forgive the airline delays and accept them as the necessary evil that they are. Okay, I have to stop and confess something. The one thing I haven’t warmed up to yet in travel is being a "travel writer." These weekly articles scare me to death. I’m thankful to have a business partner to help write which takes a lot of the pressure off.
My travels or sometimes-perceived travels as a young child first occurred in daydreams staring up at the clouds in the sky. My parents were from South Philly (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania), but I grew up outside of Philadelphia in a small town with every kind of authentic food there is of the melting pot of America. Who can’t resist a Philly steak sandwich every once in a while? Some people have been known to travel to get one (okay that was me).
What a great place to grow up to discover different world cultures and people. We were about an hour to the mountains or city and a couple hours to the ocean with almost every country and food represented in between. The first time I remember traveling was down the street to my friend’s home during their Sunday family Italian dinner and I felt right at home. While growing up a skinny pale girl part German and Irish, I knew I wasn’t Italian. Although, I felt as though I had grown up in Europe in a previous life. Perhaps I once lived in the South of France with a vineyard or in Italy with our own family restaurant since I enjoy the flavors so much.
As a kid, my family travels were not to custom far away places of today but a drive to the beach or as we called it, the shore, in the family’s station wagon. Our cooler was packed with sandwiches and watermelon to be eaten on a highway picnic table along the way. While at the ocean, we enjoyed the sand and sounds of the beach along with people watching on the boardwalk until the sun set or we were fully sunburned, whichever came first.
My desire to discover other cultures and travel was encouraged further by our family’s two-week trip to the West coast when I was nine. The travel seed was sewn and would remain no matter where or what my present journey in life was. My desire for travel eventually grew into a business. I enjoy assisting others and adding to their life stories with new travel experiences.
So, what inspires your travels and where do you want to go on your next journey?
Live. Travel. Connect.