How my Travels Began
I was 13-years-old the first time I traveled abroad, and without my parents. I had saved my allowance and paid for a portion of the cost required to travel with fellow junior high school Spanish class students on a two-week exchange trip to Mexico. We spent a week in Mexico City and a week in Acapulco, during which I fell in love with the language I was struggling to acquire, with the culture and the country. I had to return. And I did, when I was 17, on spring break my senior year in high school. This time I insisted that the trip should be taken as a family vacation. So this was the first time I dragged my family--Mom, Dad and my brother--with me.