When I was a kid, my family used to have a motorhome and my parents drove us all over the country--from National Parks to crowded campgrounds to sandy beaches (where we once got stuck!) to Canadian mountains. The furthest I've ever been from home was during my trip to Australia and New Zealand.
I kept a journal during that time and wrote furiously about the beautiful shorelines, funny cultural disparities (like driving on the wrong side of the road!) and encountering strangers. I got to go skydiving and see the Christchurch cathedral before it crumbled in the February 2011 earthquake. But what I remember most is feeling so FREE--despite craving one of my mom's home-cooked meals. That's the true beauty of traveling: Living outside of ourselves and everything we know, if only for a short time.
I'm curious: Where are your favorite travel spots? I've always wanted to do this.
P.s. Here's a look at some other destinations I've written about: Chinatown in San Francisco and Los Angeles.
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