I have the heart of an adventurer, an explorer, a woman who takes risks. I have the brain of an introvert, a home body, a woman who plays it safe. Unfortunately, my brain usually wins. I’ve spent most of my life living in fear of the world. Fear of failing, fear of adventure, fear of the road less traveled. I’m even afraid of admitting that I’m afraid (go figure).
My passion and need for exploring the world has always been hindered by fear. Although I’ve traveled several times in my life, I’ve always played it safe. Safe locations, safe itineraries, and always a trusty companion along for the ride. Everything about travel scares me. I’m a nervous flyer, with a deep rooted distrust for taxi drivers, friendly locals, exotic cuisines, and maps in languages that I can’t read.
I started this blog to chronicle my journey to overcome my fear of travel. My hope is to come home from every trip with an exciting story to tell, a deep understanding of the local culture, and maybe a few new friends who don’t speak the same language as me. I plan to explore, understand, and overcome every fear I have about travel.
But first, a little bit about me. I am first generation American, raised in Europe until I was 10. I moved to Italy before I could speak a single word of English and lived in a small village where my father was from. I had friends, family and a life on the Mediterranean sea. These early years gave me an appreciation for good food, intricate architecture, beautiful landscapes, old-world history, and warm weather. As much as I loved my Italian life, deep down I was always the American girl, from the American family, living in a foreign land. I wanted to leave the small village and travel across the Atlantic ocean to see my real home.
That dream came true in the early 1990s when I moved back to the U.S. The journey itself felt like an adventure and the culture shock was undeniable. I was home and felt utterly out of place. For the first time that I could remember, I was truly exploring a new land, learning a new culture, experiencing new foods, and trying to navigate without speaking a single word of the native language. Those early years living the U.S. gave me an appreciation for travel and a passion for learning the understanding new cultures.
That is me in a nutshell. It’s been over 20 years since my trip back to the U.S. and since then I’ve taken several trips both domestically and internationally. With each trip, my love of travel has grown but so has my fear. With this blog I hope to both understand and overcome the root cause of that fear.