The first of many
Well, this is very new to me, so here goes.
1996 was my first overseas trip, apart from a cruise to Fiji, Tonga, Vila and a few other islands a few years before, but 1996 was the BIG one, I was so excited, my husband had recently retired from work and recovered after heart surgery. I have always been interested in art, history and architecture, and although a 5th generation Aussie, had a calling to see "The Mother Country"and seek out my roots and experience other cultures and their history. We arrived in London and were met by my husbands cousin and driven to Rotherham, with a stop at a "Little Chef" on the way, I was overcome with seeing my first London Cab and Bobby, when we drove out of London I asked where were all the people! So much green land, in a small country with 60 million people and our huge country with then 20 million. Standing in the backyard of the relations home, I couldn't believe I was on the other side of the world, quite overwhelming!
We were going to be away for 4 months, and in that time we went to Edinburgh Tattoo, did a tour of Scotland, staying in Fort william and doing day trips from there, York, Whitby, Derbyshire,on to a week in Ireland and Northern Ireland, London for 2 weeks then a tour of Turkey amazing, was blown away by the history there then back to London and then beautiful Wales, as a surprise, the family had booked us into a castle in Devon for a week ,they drove us around lovely places there, then back to London ( really love London ) and for the last month to Italy, Venice, Florence and Rome. If this had been my only trip, I had seen most of the things I had only dreamed of, ie: Michaelangelo's Pieta, the Forum, Colosseum, any and all the ruins, Cappodoccia,The Tower of London, Big Ben, Houses of Parliament and all the Art works and Museums, Pompeii the list goes on.
However...... my taste for travelling increased and I have been very fortunate to be able to continue, every year since, with the exception of 2 years, and will be leaving these shores again on Xmas Eve, my husband isn't interested in coming anymore and is happy for me to go alone, he is happy if I am, what a dear!