Well, maybe. It might be a combination of nature and nurture. My parents made a big deal about taking us travelling, as regular readers will know from trips like our six-month campervan tour of Europe when I was nine. We were just a normal average middle-class family, certainly a long way from particularly wealthy, but they decided it was important. No doubt one of their goals was to nurture a love of travel and for me it absolutely worked. My sister - not so much, although she does still travel far and wide on occasion, and was brave enough to take a three-year-old to Spain for a few weeks last Christmas. But me? I don't remember a time when I didn't have itchy feet, when I wasn't interested in geography and history and facts and figures about foreign lands, and I guess by now this travel addiction is one that is here to stay.
|My sister and I in Greece. Excuse the fashion.|
|Tasmania and toddler|
|Giraffes in Germany!|
And of course, taking him travelling is a pretty good excuse for me to travel, too! I'm in the midst of planning some exciting 2013 travels so stay tuned to find out more ...