I've always loved traveling.

My parents weren't ones to take us on vacation. My mother loved the comforts of home and wrinkled her nose at staying in hotels...or camping..or basically anything outside her comfort zone. So my childhood consisted of a few trips to the Jersey shore, a trip to Mystic Seaport and another to Niagara Falls. 

I, on the other hand, have always LOVED travel. My very first trips were bus trips with my grandparents (often day trips to New York City to see Times Square and the Rockets at Radio City Music Hall) and the smell of diesel always brings me back to the excitement of these first adventures. While girlfriends planned honeymoons that involved laying in the sun on sandy white beaches, I planned a car trip down Route 66 with my new husband. Is there anything better than car trip? The wind in your hair, the radio cranked up and the floors covered with soda cans and wrappers. Can't beat it.

As the years go on, I have always wanted  a place to put down where I have been.  Most of my overseas travel occurred before digital cameras, so most of my photos are 4x6 prints (God only knows where the negatives are) and a box of postcards, brochures and journals. 

I've always wanted a place to put it all, the photos, the stories. A place to look back at where I have been and to document where I am going. For years I contemplated doing a scrapbook but these days my life is in the digital realm.  A blog seemed much more in line with my life today. A book with photos, glue, 12x12 card stock and letter stickers was never going to happen. 

"Traveling leave you speechless, then  turns you into a storyteller." I. Battuta

These are my stories.