Traveling, A History

I suppose the whole point of a blog is to frequently blog, correct? I guess I should get down to business. Here's a brief history of my traveling experience...

Long ago, in a house not far from mine, I was sitting on a pea-green couch watching Oprah. The Harry Potter kids walked on stage, and little seven year-old me was simply floored that their British accents were real...I literally thought that they were faking it. And somehow, out of that, my love of England and travel was born.

When I was fourteen, my parents and I visited London for a week. I was fangirling the WHOLE time. It was quite the travesty when we had to return home. When I was sixteen, I got the incredible opportunity to spend a month in Spain. Previously, I had no real interest in Spain, but MAN do I miss it now. I fully intend to travel back there in the fall. Here are some of the highlights from both trips, and apologies for the crappy photo qualities...I was sixteen, remember?