The Perils Of An Addiction To Travel
Why Do Some Folks Keep Moving, and Others Like To Stay Put?
I’ve moved around so much in my life, no dust settles on me.
No, I’m not a diplomat, nor a global corporate employee, nor an international teacher.
I’m just a person who caught the bug and then, through necessity, made a career from it.
My travel bug began young
My Dutch mother took my father, sister and I from England to Holland every year to stay with her parents.
It was a long drive from the London suburbs to Dover port in the Austin Wolseley, with the suitcases piled up on the roof rack.
We whiled our time away, my sister and I in the back, fighting, playing i-spy, reading school books and chewing on Opal Fruits my mum bought for the journey.
The most fun we had was on the 90-minute car ferry crossing to France, where we went out on deck and enjoyed the breeze and ate Mum’s packed sandwiches (the restaurants were and still are a little pricey for what you get).
