A Legacy of Wanderlust
rowing up, my dad
traveled for work
and was clever at
accumulating miles and points that fueled trips for him and my mom. The first one I remember was to Jamaica, which sounded magical and tropical. They came back with stories of eating goat curry (weird but reportedly delicious), tasting Jamaican Rum (intriguing), and relaxing in the sun (slightly boring to my 12-year-old mind).
When I was in my early 20s, Dad orchestrated an unforgettable family trip to Paris, thoughtfully mapping out every move. From the grandeur of the Eiffel Tower to the quaint charm of Montmartre, his meticulous planning made sure we experienced the city in all its splendor. My brother, sisters, and I probably didn’t appreciate all that went into that trip, but we did create lasting memories and a love of discovery. I’m sure we did more than a little eye-rolling when the daily agendas were presented over our breakfasts of pain au chocolat. Now, as a parent myself, I find that I’ve inherited his excitement for planning and exploration, and I’m eager to instill the same love of adventure in my kids.
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