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The World Is My Playground
November/23/07 01:41 PM Filed in: Heather
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When People find out that I’ve done allot of
travel they always ask me, “What’s your favorite
place?” I usually answer “Hmm? Well…Everywhere.”
“No seriously, what’s your Favorite?” I’ll be asked again with a slow speaking emphasize on the word favorite. It’s true. Everywhere I’ve traveled I’ve found a land, a feeling and an experience that I can say is the best.
It wasn’t always that way however.
One of my first travel experiences was a trip to Italy alongside my native Italian grandfather. He would tell me to “just push” when we would get into an Italian line. If you don’t you’ll never make it to the front” he’d advise in his strong accent.
That first trip to Italy I found the culture and people so intense, I wasn’t sure if I liked Italy at all, and believe me telling people that you aren’t just overly thrilled with Italy is like committing travelers sin.
But as my passport became fuller with colored inks, I began to realize that the Italian line-pushers were something I relished. It was a new taste of life. And though I found it hard to swallow, to truly taste it I had to digest.
I crave new tastes and each one becomes my favorite, something I want more of.
So ask me again, where’s my favorite place? And where do I want to go next. And I’ll answer, anywhere and everywhere.
“No seriously, what’s your Favorite?” I’ll be asked again with a slow speaking emphasize on the word favorite. It’s true. Everywhere I’ve traveled I’ve found a land, a feeling and an experience that I can say is the best.
It wasn’t always that way however.
One of my first travel experiences was a trip to Italy alongside my native Italian grandfather. He would tell me to “just push” when we would get into an Italian line. If you don’t you’ll never make it to the front” he’d advise in his strong accent.
That first trip to Italy I found the culture and people so intense, I wasn’t sure if I liked Italy at all, and believe me telling people that you aren’t just overly thrilled with Italy is like committing travelers sin.
But as my passport became fuller with colored inks, I began to realize that the Italian line-pushers were something I relished. It was a new taste of life. And though I found it hard to swallow, to truly taste it I had to digest.
I crave new tastes and each one becomes my favorite, something I want more of.
So ask me again, where’s my favorite place? And where do I want to go next. And I’ll answer, anywhere and everywhere.
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