For as long as I can remember, I’ve enjoyed visiting new parts of the world. My earliest travel memory dates to April 1977, when my mother, younger sister, and I traveled via Dulles & JFK airports to join my father in our new home of Lagos, Nigeria. I was six and had just won a giant stuffed giraffe in a school raffle that I insisted on bringing. My Mom still talks about all the trouble that giraffe caused in customs! That said, she is also quick to remind me that my first truly big trip was driving cross country from Capital Heights, MD to Berkeley, CA with my parents when I was 2 1/2 years old. I don’t remember a thing and we don’t have any photos, but I like to think my lifelong love of travel blossomed somewhere in the Rocky Mountains.
Love everything about this! What a lovely tribute, and beautiful beginning to dedicating a year of being-ness. Happy and excited for both of you! Looking forward to reading more along the way. And if your travels bring you to Athens….
Love everything about this! What a lovely tribute, and beautiful beginning to dedicating a year of being-ness. Happy and excited for both of you! Looking forward to reading more along the way. And if your travels bring you to Athens….
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Love everything about this! What a lovely tribute, and beautiful beginning to dedicating a year of being-ness. Happy and excited for both of you! Looking forward to reading more along the way. And if your travels bring you to Athens….
Love everything about this! What a lovely tribute, and beautiful beginning to dedicating a year of being-ness. Happy and excited for both of you! Looking forward to reading more along the way. And if your travels bring you to Athens….