It was the summer of 2009. I was 28 years old. I had traveled some around the USA and had moved from Michigan to Arkansas. Growing up in Michigan, it was common place to shoot over to Canada every once in a while. I never really considered going to Canada “going to another country,” since it was a 30 minute trip. Plus, they spoke English and there was no culture shock. So I considered myself not much of a traveler.
I studied German in high school and college and I also studied Spanish in college. I had friends that were different nationalities, so I was exposed to other cultures frequently. I was always the type of person who wanted to now more about a different culture and was not afraid to ask questions to find out more. Continue reading That Infectious Travel Bug: How It Got Me