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I’m going to start number one with the very first one I can remember. I was eight years old. My parents had taken us on a month-long road trip to explore East Coast USA. What stood out the most in those thirty days was when we arrived to Rutland, Vermont. It wasn’t the city that struck a cord with me but the event, snow; That was the first time I saw, played, ate, and pissed in snow. I’m originally from Miami, Florida, so seeing snow was a VERY BIG deal for my me and my brother.
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Was my first trip (without my parents) that was over a month. I explored Europe with my best friend at twenty. We visited over ten countries and racked up debt like there was no tomorrow (something I learned not to do anymore). There wasn’t a specific country that stood out the most but the bond between friends tightened…and not in a gay way, lol.
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Had to be in Costa Rica. I had taken my girlfriend (now my wife) to her very first journey into another country. She was a virgin, a travel virgin that is 🙂 So, her very first time had to be a special one. It was a three week journey, and the most memorable was at Osa Peninsula, where we stayed in tents in the Corcovado Rainforest. It was just exciting to see her get excited!
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Had to have been my solo trip to the Bahamas, during Junkanoo. I didn’t know I was going during the same time as the festival but it was a pleasant surprise to see the streets crowded with people…I had to foolishly ask what was happening, the person that I asked, laughed and said ” You know where you are, right?” (obviously: I was still a young sibling traveler).
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My last moment has to be in Cersuta, Italy, along the Maratea coast. There on the rocks of the beach is where I asked my wife to marry me. Awww…how gushyyy. (the picture in this post is my wife being overwhelmed by the crashing waves of the Tyrrhenian Sea).
