I am a 34 year old, former teacher, who loves to travel the globe with a backpack. I travel not for status reasons, but because my soul requires rejuvenation. When I travel, a piece of my soul revives itself after months of the mundane requirements of most individuals.

As a little girl I always dreamt of exploring the world outside of the states. I would visualize myself walking the beautiful, vintage European streets. Maybe it was from watching 101 Dalmatians too many times. Remember, the beginning when all the people were walking their dogs? I think that is the show that prompted my global heart. Who knows…

I started traveling globally right after high school. I left the country for the first time right when I graduated for my senior trip with my girlfriends with a group of people that weren’t from the same high school as myself. I needed a breather from the people I had to see everyday since age 5. This is when my freedom began. One day I decided to take a bus down to the market  by myself because I needed a toothbrush (you’ll pick up from my posts that I am most definitely a germaphobe) because I dropped it in the hotel sink. Yuck! I took the bus by myself and felt this PING of freedom. I was all alone in a far away island, so it seemed because it was really only the Bahamas, without anyone watching over me or knowing where I was… it felt invigorating. I was surrounded by people unlike myself in a place unlike I’ve ever been to. And so it started…

So, from that day on I’ve been chasing that feeling of freedom. Freedom from the world as I’ve known it. My adrenaline pumps pure joy when I’m thousands of miles from a familiar face or place. I can breathe easier.