|Taking a photograph of myself, from the Cupola, the Vatican|
I remember riding in a car, young, maybe 16, and being asked the question, "What do you want to do"? My answer was travel. My first trip abroad was to Ireland in 1985. That experience and the inheritance of the "bug" from my mother led to my utmost desire to see this world.
My first experience of being abroad alone was in Spain. It was my first time in mainland Europe. I spoke no Spanish, or very little. I had met my friend Lea, who was also a solo travel inspiration. She had walked the Camino de Santiago, alone, (on my bucket list), and I met her in Madrid. We spent time in the hallowed halls of The Prado, admired Guernica, ate a $200 lunch at the Ritz and drank wine and tapas with Carlos in a neighborhood haunt where I practiced my Spanish and learned the ever important phrase, "Dos vasos más de vino tinto por favor". We travelled to Sevilla, where we climbed the Giralda, wandered the twisted alleys of Barrio de Santa Cruz, I took my favorite photograph of my trip, and endured the 100 degree heat by drinking cervezas at Theresa's Bar.
|Picasso's Masterpiece, Guernica, The Prado, Madrid, Spain|
|Tables for cerveza, Sevilla, Spain|
|My favorite photo, Sevilla|
|Lea and I drinking cokes at the Sevilla Bus Station|
|Shellfish for sale on Playa Victoria|
|Boy, Bike, Basketball|
|Detail of the Duomo- Orvieto|
|Hanging out in Parche de Leon, Cartagena|