My earliest memory of travel is from the 1970’s when my family moved to Antigua in the British West Indies. During a layover in Puerto Rico, the announcement was made to board our flight, and life has been an adventure ever since.
Living in Antigua opened my heart to a world unknown: a humid paradise where I patted brown donkeys, ate mangoes off the trees and snorkeled in clear waters among exotic, multicolored fish.
To no one’s surprise, including my own, I lived for five years in the tropical paradises of México and Colombia, where I patted donkeys, ate mangoes, and snorkeled in clear waters until my return to California, U.S. in 2018.
Read about some of my travel experiences here…