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“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.” – Saint Augustine
As a young girl, I’ve always been curious about other countries and cultures. I read about them in books and magazines. I often fantasize about someday catching sight of the places that I only see in the movies and TV. Candidly, the desire to travel was my incentive in choosing to study Nursing in college and what spurred me to keep going even when things got perversely grueling. I just know that there’s a bigger world waiting out there for me and I can’t wait to explore and be a part of it.
Looking back, this passion didn’t just come out of nowhere. Maybe I’ve always been a nomad at heart, but at some point, someone or something ignited that flame in me. For me, that trigger was my Aunt Agnes. She was my father’s youngest sister and was quite independent, untraditional and a bit of a free spirit. She married a Korean man (uncommon at that time) who worked in international construction. Due to the nature of his job, they were able to live in Alaska, Korea and the Middle East and had traveled to Europe a few times. During that time, we periodically received photos depicting her new life and travels. I looked forward to when my grandmother would pass them around during family get-togethers and bingo games. To me, Aunt Agnes looked so glamorous, sophisticated, confident and worldly-wise. I remember one photo that stood out the most. It was one of her with the Eiffel Tower behind her. At that distinct moment, a thought flashed: “I’ll go there someday.” With that notion, my fate was sealed and my itinerant soul was slowly released.
It took a few years but I eventually made it to Paris in 2006. The moment was unlike anything else. Surreal was an understatement indeed. That trip also marked the beginning of my love affair with Europe. I just find myself drawn to the romance, history, architecture, culture, language and the people themselves. I can’t get enough of it. I might have started off dreaming about Paris but now, I want to find myself waking up at as many places as possible in the continent. I have a long way to go but just like many, many moons ago, I’ll get there someday…
Is there a destination that you’ve always dreamed of visiting and have you already fulfilled that dream? If you haven’t, what’s keeping you from making it a reality? What will it take to motivate you? Please do share your thoughts in the comment section. I would love to hear about it. Happy travels!