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Weekend trip to Barcelona Relaxing on the serpentine bench at Park Guell in Barcelona, Spain, with Jamie.


I have no recollection of the first time I tasted travel; though it would be impressive if I did, considering I was in my mother's stomach. It was the summer of 1984, and I was flying cross-country to the Golden State. My excited kicks, and her amplified nausea, suggested to my mom that I would be a traveler for life - a foreshadowing that continues to manifest itself today.



Since that inaugural flight to California, my addiction to seeing the world has steadily grown. As a young child, I went on countless family vacations, and it's funny to me what events stand out in my memory. I will never forget eating rock candy and riding pedal cabs in Morro Bay, skiing for the first time on New Hampshire's Loon Mountain, or placing my immature, ten-year-old hands on the enormous rock slabs used to create Stonehenge and being amazed at the heat differences between them.



As a young adult, my hunger to travel still thrives. Whether domestic or foreign, going to a new place, with unique foods, sights and people, elates me. In the summer of 2005, I participated the FSU International Program and studied abroad in Valencia, Spain. This increased my "Tour of Europe" tally to three. I explored Barcelona, Seville, Madrid, Granada, Alicante, Mallorca, Venice and Rome. It was the time of my life and left me craving more. This summer, I hope to debut my next oversea adventure. I think I'll sample South America.



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