Since I can remember, I have had a passion for traveling. That was instilled in me early on by my parents. Traveling in our RV took up a lot of our weekends and summers. We did a great deal of nearby excursions here in ALBERTA yet additionally continued some long stretch excursions. To name a few, we drove to Southern California, across Canada, and to ALASKA. I enjoyed learning about the history and culture of new places. In school, social studies was always my favorite.

When I went on my first trip to EUROPE in eleventh grade, I was severely bitten by the travel bug. I was so nervous because it was a school trip and my first time flying. Beginning in London, we traveled to Paris. I fell in love then. Not pup, secondary school love. True love existed here. The kind of love that takes over your life and makes it hard to get away from. the sort of love that never ends.

Was Paris the love of my life? Oh yes! But even more so, I adored the entire travel experience. I couldn’t stop eating. I wanted to see and learn as much as I could and make the most of every moment. When I was in the bus, I would look around and see people sleeping, and I would wonder, “What is wrong with you people!” You are being left out! I even delighted in basic scenes as they were passing past my window.