The year without travel

I love to travel. I crave adventure. It's in my blood - I grew up crisscrossing the Atlantic visiting my grandparents and other family members in the UK at least once each year until my 20s. I flew from JFK to Heathrow at the age of 12 as an unaccompanied minor. My childhood's family vacations consisted of sailing trips instead of road trips (and believe me, at the time I didn't appreciate that, but I definitely do now). You see, my parents are soulless gypsies who travel the world and … [Read more...]