The travel bug bit me young. Money was tight in my family, but when I was 9, my mom scraped together some money (and pitched in some sweat-equity work, I think) to send me to 4-H camp for a week.
This was not my first vacation. We had taken several road trips as a family, and even at the young age of 9, I had already visited more states in the US than many people do their entire lives. But camp was a special time, because it signified a certain amount of freedom. At camp, there were no overprotective parents telling me what to wear or stopping me from staying up late reading with a flashlight in my bed. I got to make the choices. And to me, that was a big deal back then.
So my mind was set–away from home was good, routine was not. And I continue to take as many opportunities as possible even now (25 years later!) to escape. So, for a couple of reasons–not the least of which is that I just got my passport for the first time for a trip to Europe this summer–I want to share these experiences with others, in the hope that perhaps I can help you to disconnect and find the joy of roaming wild in your own life. Because, to be honest, it’ way easier than you might think.
In this blog, you will not only find tales of my adventures, but, you will also find helpful travel tips, and my advice on everything from airlines to lipstick–because, let’s face it–both have the potential to ruin your day!