Realizations — Traveling

If you ask me what my favorite day of the year is, the answer easily is the day that I am leaving on a trip. It is not my birthday, not Christmas, not Thanksgiving, it is what I call “boarding day”. I love packing, I love the drive to the airport, I love how everyone in the airport is going somewhere or coming back home. 

I did not travel that much when I was growing up. However, I did go to what are considered “popular destinations” for people living in Argentina . I visited Florida, New York, and California. However, other than the United States, I did not visit very many countries. 

In 2016, my dad’s work-team was based in England, so he had many business meetings there. In May 2016, he had to go to England again, but there was something that was getting in the way: it was my sister’s birthday, and three days later it was my birthday. With my family, we take birthdays very seriously, and my dad did not want to miss them. Alma was in fourth grade, and I was in eight grade, so missing school was not too big of a deal. We missed four days of classes, and we went to England and France.

I think it is silly to define one event as the one thing that changed everything, but I definitely think this trip had a huge impact on the way I view the world. It made me realize my love for new cultures, languages, and food. I feel like it awakened a sense of adventure within myself that I did not know I had.

After that trip, we were lucky enough to go back to Europe a few times, visiting a few new countries: Italy, Spain, the Netherlands, and the countryside of England. We also visited the Bahamas, and different parts of Mexico.

Because of this one trip, I know that I want to study International Business because I know for sure that I want my life to feel like an ongoing adventure, where I am in a different country every month.

My family and I outside of the Royal Palace of Madrid
My family and I outside of the Royal Palace of Madrid this past April

Travel video that I made last year over Thanksgiving break

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