As a child I was strolling up and down our street and visited all our neighbors. Looking back I was never further away than 2 or 3 houses. As a preschooler that was my big, wide world.
Little steps towards wanderlust
The Baltic Sea
Later I was traveling a little futher. During the summer holidays we went to the Baltic Sea. I almost couldn’t believe it. Water as far as I could see. The summer went by on white beaches. We built sand castles and swam in the sea until my lips turned blue and my mom wouldn’t let me go back into the water.
And very important: In Bansin on the Island Usedom they had the best soft serve in the world! The window that they sold it from is still there today. The ice cream is gone.
And my small world expanded.
My first time abroad – Turkey
I took my first trip to another country when I was 12. Greece was booked out so we decided to go to Turkey instead.
A small hotel in Alanya separated from the beach by a street, back in the day when everyone driving by felt the need to honk every 30 seconds. After 2 weeks none of us noticed that anymore. We enjoyed the beach, the pool, the nice people, the sunshine and food so much that everything else didn’t matter. That was in 1993.
Since then I went to Turkey about 15 times. I honestly lost count. Of course the hotels got better over the years and a little bit of luxury can never hurt. Especially on a vacation. When you are traveling a lot and it becomes a lifestyle to be on the road, that may not be as important anymore and probably is affordable by the least amount of people. But if you only get to leave the country for 2 or 3 weeks a year, you should give yourself that little treat.
A lot of nice people in the country between the Black and the Mediterranean Sea became dear friends and for a long time at heart Turkey was my second home. I the meantime I moved to the United States. My third home… Or does the term “home” dissolve as a traveler? I am thinking about this for a while now. I will let you know, when I found an answer.
Now I want to know from you:
How did your wanderlust begin?
Are you also tortured by the desire to travel? Where did your first trip take you? Do you have a second home?
Where do they have the best soft serve? ;)
Leave me a comment! I’m looking forward to your answers!