My Beginning

Everything has a beginning, and my love for traveling began in my early age. My dad traveled a lot and he would tell us stories of his travels. I remember him telling us this story about him getting on a train in Geneva and accidentally going the wrong direction and not realizing for a while; this was in 1994/5, there was no GPS and cellphones on the. It is a beautiful times we live in today; I wouldn’t get lost like my dad did in Geneva. Nonetheless, my dad’s stories, pictures from his trips, and all the chocolate he brought back, made me jealous and want to see the world. 

The more I travel, the more I want to see the rest of the world.