My family didn’t travel mush as I was growing up, except for our yearly road trip to see my grandmother in Idaho. As much as I loved rural Idaho as a child, it’s not exactly a thrilling destination. I lived in the same house from infancy until I moved out after high school. Before the age of 18 I’d stayed in exactly two hotels – the first was on a Disneyland trip when I was 13, and the other was in Reno, Nevada, for a wedding. To say I was not well traveled is an understatement.
Why Travel?
