Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer.

My earliest memory of travel is from 1974, when my family moved from New York to Antigua, an island in the Caribbean region of the West Indies. Our plane had a short layover on a sweltering day in Puerto Rico, where the airport PA system announced in Spanish that it was time to board our flight, making everything seem like a new adventure.

Passport 1974

First US Passport, ready to go

No matter how long the layover or where it’s located, walking through a busy airport, suitcase in one hand, passport and boarding pass in the other, excitement arises with anticipation of what waits beyond the next gate.

Viva España

Christmas Day 2011 flying from Barcelona to Madrid. ¡Viva España!