When My Love of Travel Began…

It was March, 1985, and I was a ten year old kid dealing with the separation and impending divorce of my parents when my grandmother decided to take me along on her seventeen day TWA tour of Europe.  I admit that even to this day when I think of Europe it is always as it was in 1985.  While I had traveled short distances to Disney World and the beach and had flown to places like Atlanta, which was less than an hour flight, I had never been very far from the farm I called home.

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I can remember the excitement of this tomboy at the thought of flying on a big jet, maybe even a 747!  LOL, I know that now when I see a 747 I cringe knowing I am about to be shoehorned into the cattle car, give me a 767 with two seats on the window any day.  It was all so glamorous and exciting to a 10 year old and I am pretty sure it was even comfortable.  So we set off in our TWA L-1011 (not a 747 much to my dismay) to Amsterdam and I was officially hooked!

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We visited the Netherlands, England, Switzerland, Germany, France and Italy during those seventeen days, I saw real snow and mountains for the very first time, not to mention history on a scale I could never have imagined.  I can’t actually say if this trip is what gave me my love and appreciation for history but it certainly didn’t hurt.

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Oh and to help ease the sadness of the end of the trip, what was waiting at the gate to take us home?  A 747!

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