Born as a traveler

Born as a traveler

I was only 3 months old when I first fell in love with the world, a trip across the Atlantic to the Dominican Republic in North America.
I come from a family filled with travelers. People who throughout their lives felt a pull outward, who after each trip just wanted to see more, who believe the meaning of life is to experience the world. And I think so too. Or I know. Continue reading “Born as a traveler”