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My first clear memory of travel is as a 7 yr old on a plane bound for Italy, my father's birthplace. My parents had decided to move our family there and my Dad and I had gone ahead of my Mom and baby sister to get settled in. I remember clearly looking out of the cabin window and seeing the snow capped mountains of the Alps as we got ready to land and I told Dad that they looked like ice cream cones. I would later come to love those mountains and I miss them still.