My first time on a plane was at 6 months old. My first time on a plane alone was at 6 years old. I remember the moment my mum hung my passport around my neck, handed me over to a hostess at Turkish Airlines and waved good-bye from behind the barriers at London Heathrow Airport. Since this day I have never stopped.
26 countries and 5 continents…
Argentina, Belgium, Brazil, Chile, China, Denmark, England, Egypt, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Iceland, Republic of Ireland, Italy, Morocco, Netherlands, Scotland, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Thailand, Turkey, U.A.E, U.S.A, Uruguay
I have had the same travel bucket-list since I was a child and seem to keep adding new destinations as time goes by.
Each country, city, even each street has it’s own unique past. Every place I go, I make memories and experience something new. How? By integrating with the culture. By living with the locals. By wandering around aimlessly in hope to find something new and inspirational, and you know what, every single time, I succeed.
We can’t be afraid to discover and learn, because that’s what opens our minds and allows us to merge and adapt into this multicultural society in which we live today. It’s how we can find the greatest of places, learn the most about ourselves and make the least expected of friends.
So be brave, dream big, believe and achieve.