My first trip out of America wasn’t until 2007, the year I graduated from high school. That August, my grandfather decided to take my extended family (over 25 of us) to Ireland.
It was not the trip of a lifetime I’d been hoping for.
Don’t get me wrong, it was fun to be with my family and to get out of the country for the first time. It was certainly appealing to my 18-year-old self to be left to her own devices at a pub in a country where she was actually legal. But, let’s just say, being on a tour bus surrounded constantly by family for almost two weeks was, and is, not exactly my preferred mode of travel.
I prefer to travel alone.
Yes, I wore Crocs. They were once cool! Okay, they were never cool. I’m not cool. And, we happened to be in Dublin when the final Harry Potter book was released, which was…amazing.
I’m really not cool.