“…I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
My earliest memory of travel is from the 1970’s, when my family moved from New York to Antigua, an island near Barbuda in the Caribbean region of the West Indies. Our plane had a short layover on a sweltering day in Puerto Rico, and when the airport PA system announced in Spanish that it was time to board our flight, everything in life seemed like a new adventure. Living in Antigua opened my eyes, ears and spirit to a world unknown (and unexplored by many at the time), where I patted brown donkeys and chased giant lizards, ate mangoes and soursop fresh off the trees, and snorkeled in warm, clear waters, often among sea urchins, octopus and plenty of treacherous jellyfish.