My earliest memory of travel is from the 1970s when my family moved to Antigua in the British West Indies. We stopped in Puerto Rico, where I fell in love with airports, and life has been an adventure ever since.
Today I am happiest when I’m traveling regardless of the destination, and I especially love air travel. Yes, I’m that person sitting next to you on the plane, eagerly taking photos of clouds, like I’ve done 100 times already.
Read about my life in Colombia on my other website, La Gringa Costeña
Read about some of my travel experiences here…