When I was little, I loved the idea of travel, not the touring a new state or country but the actual travel part. I used to get so excited for the plane ride, something many of us dread today. Sometimes I would have to remind myself that after the plane touched down, the real traveling was going to begin. I even held TV packing shows weeks before a family vacation, telling my pretend viewers all the necessities to throw in their Little Mermaid backpack before an upcoming trip. This sensation probably developed on my first trip overseas when I was 8 years old. I remember flying high above the Continue Reading