*Image by Bradley J. Mitchell from http://www.painetworks.com/
I was about 5 when I had that conversation with my mother. It's the beginning of my lifelong fascination with different cultures and places. Before I was born my father was in the Air Force so he and my mother spent time stationed in France and Germany. As a child I was always captivated by hearing Mom or other people talk about 'overseas' and couldn't wait for my turn to come. I figured it was a natural progression. I was drawn to anyone who seemed to be from a different place. In college I spent most of my time with the foreign students. For me it was part of my education. What other time and place would I have a chance to get to know folks from a couple dozen different nations all at once? (Well, who imagined blogging back in the 1980s?)
If you read my bike trip series this summer you know I had the chance to see a lot of my own vast country. Outside of the USA I've only seen a little bit of Canada, Bolivia, and Trinidad. I haven't had the chance to do nearly as much travelling as I'd like to do for a lot of reasons. Partly economic, partly the hesitance of some of the folks around me. Wanderlust still has a grip on me though. Going off alone to Texas for a few days reminded me how good it feels to explore a new place and meet new people. My feet are itching to wander. It's one of those sleeping dreams that needs to be awakened.
So tell me...where do you want to go and why? Or where would you take me if I came along?