My earliest memory of travel is from the 1970’s when my family moved toAntigua 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.
Today I’m still in (a humid) paradise – patting donkeys, eating mangoes and snorkeling in clear waters – as part of my life in Colombia, South America, where I’m always planning my next adventure.
Read about some of my travel experiences here…