Why I Fell in Love With Travel

I’ve always thought that my interest in travel most strongly lies with my interest in examining other cultures. As a naturally inquisitive person (as most people who know me will attest, I have a not so loveable nature of questioning everything I see and hear), I feel very strongly that I cannot possibly understand a place or a culture until I’ve been there myself, walked through those streets, examined those renowned artworks hanging in the galleries personally, and met those people who are said to be so different from anyone else. No matter how many people have said that the French are rude and obnoxious, or that the Italian men are some of the sleaziest in the world (and from my experience that is not so far from the truth), I would never accept it on face value, not even if it was someone whose opinion I value the most that said it to me. It’s who I am and I expect, who I’ll always be. And that is why travel is something that I am so passionate about. Essentially I think it comes down to the simple fact that I am curious, and the more I hear or read about a place, the more my curiosity builds and the stronger my desire to explore and examine that place grows. It's inescapable, undeniable and I wouldn't have it any other way.