My parents took us kids down the California coast. We all piled in that ole orange vw van and cruised. The trip itself, wasn't so pleasant. I had a weak stomache and got carsick quite easily! We finally arrived at a HUGE resort in San Luis Obispo. A couple hours from LA. I remembered feeling so small walking into that huge lobby. I was afraid to leave my mom's side. We took this fancy elevator up to the room. As we entered our room, the smell of the sea air and the newly clean linen.. I was changed forever. That terrific smell- GOD, I remembered it like yesterday. "This is what a rich man feels like." I said to myself. "A king!"
I had dubbed my first vacation as my real birthday. From there, I found my love for traveling and my calling in Hospitality Management.
Good post dudes!
Being three years old and hanging forward in my baby reigns chasing pigeons in St Marks Square in Venice and then going for a pizza where we sat outside a restaurant with a window stacked full of fanta cans and i could only manage to eat the mushrooms off of half of the giant pizza a was given.
I went back last year and did the same thing, although i ate more ofthe pizza this time and didn't need the baby reigns!
My first travel memory is a sad one. I was on my way home from holidays in Donegal as a child and realised that I had left my first, favourite beloved teddy bear behind. The only thing I have left is me and him in a photo together. He was brown and scraggy and I cried forever about it.
My first travel memory is a sad one. I was on my way home from holidays in Donegal as a child and realised that I had left my first, favourite beloved teddy bear behind.
Oooh, poor baby! My teddy lost his nose and an eye on a trip to youth camp once. He was never the same after that.
It was horrifying. I always wondered what happened to him.