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Most everyone likes to travel, but everyone has a very different
idea about what traveling means. So here is the way I see it.
I have traveled as long as I remember myself, having parents
who travel a lot. My mom loves the beaches and has many friends
in Germany, so visiting Berlin or Dresden was as regular as our
summer holiday in a foreign country. My dad worked on international
train routes, so he has traveling in his blood and the ability
to speak “any language”. When I was little and my
teachers would ask about my dad, I could never remember whether
he’s supposed to be in Germany, Hungary, Bulgaria or home.
By the time I was 18 and started to travel on my own, I had
a whole list of countries under my traveler’s belt: Germany
(many times), Hungary, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia, Austria, Greece
and Italy. As a matter of fact, traveling was so normal in my
family, that I was completely stunned when I met a 15 year old
girl who never saw the sea. Only then I realized what an advantage
my parents gave me by saving money each ear to take me someplace
interesting.
I picked up the legacy quickly. My first big trip “on
my own” was a European tour with a busload of young people
and a high school teacher who organized it through his little “travel
agency”. We camped along the way, visited cities, mountains,
beaches. As a low-budget starter, it was perfect: Germany,
Austria, Switzerland, Italy, France, Monaco and back (check out the pics).
I’m not physically fit enough for mountain climbing, jungle
expeditions or wild water rafting, although all these sound intriguing.
Being a pale-skinned natural blond, I also can’t lie on
a beach for too long. Travel agencies
are out of question, as I can't stand having a pre-determined
program. So I had to find something in the middle, that suits
my need to
explore.
All this
was solved when I met my husband Jim, who feels the same way
and … owned a
motorcycle.
I fell in love – with both.
Click on the country to see the photo albums from our trips:
1995 – present |
Czech Republic |
my own country is nothing short of
spectacular and over the years, we've seen virtually every
corner of it - mountains, lakes, castles, rock formations,
cities... |
1995 |
Florence, Italy |
motorcycle road trip to my dream destination, lot of
rain, good food and art |
1996 |
Croatia |
motorcycle road trip to the Croatian island of Krk,
with a stop in Slovenia on the way back |
1996-7 |
Thailand |
my first travel to Asia, partly on a tropical island
and partly in the northern jungle covered mountains |
1997 |
Belgium, Netherlands, Luxemburg |
motorcycle road trip across Europe to three small, but
very interesting countries |
1998 |
London, Great Britain |
a quick car trip with our friend Noah with a short "baguette
stop" in Paris |
1998 |
Sarajevo, Bosnia and Croatia |
car trip to visit our friend Morgan in the post-war
Bosnia, then back along the Croatian coast |
1999 |
USA - grand tour |
a truly incredible once-in-a-lifetime car tour of 33
states, 16 national parks, most major cities and many
miles |
2000 |
Sicily, Italy |
motorcycle trip back to our beloved Italy, to see a
friend in Rome and then to the very tip of the Italian
"boot" |
2001 |
Paris, France |
a trip with my friend Daniel and a busload of film students,
guided by their arts professor |
I focus on the photos here, but if you are interested in reading
more about some of these trips, you can visit Jim’s travelogue section of his Praguewriter.com site.
He keeps excellent travel journals which may help you plan your
own trips.
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