I am honestly just a simple gal who is madly in love with travel.
Growing up, I was blessed to be able to travel. My parents had taken us on trips to places such as driving through the East Coast from Milwaukee to Kennebunkport, Maine, Florida, Puerto Rico, and so on.
As I got older, I realized how much I had taken that for granted. For example, for our road trip down to Florida one year we had hooked up a television so two of my brothers and I could hook up the Playstation 2 to it and have something to do–most of the time we took turns, otherwise we would read books, listen to our walk-mans, or play Game Boy. I’m sure those seem like relics, but I promise you, I’m not that old. Honestly, my big thing was I didn’t want to sit in the middle (being the youngest, and the only girl, I was pretty much overruled). What I didn’t realize was how much I was missing. Even just looking out the window. On our trip to Delaware, we had stopped in Washington D.C. and Philadelphia, and as I remember a small portion of it, I do remember complaining how my feet hurt, and it was hot. But I also remember seeing Benjamin Franklin’s desk, a lady asking if we were from Milwaukee, and the Liberty Bell. Honestly, I don’t remember why those stick in my head. I wish I could remember walking on the mall, I wish I could remember more than just a slight memory of the Lincoln Memorial.
Some of the trips, I wish I could completely redo. Others, I have.