Catching the Travel Bug
When I was 19, I studied abroad in Spain. Within days of meeting people in my program, we booked a very long bus ride to attend the festival of San Fermín in Pamplona.
We had no idea where we were staying but we knew we’d have a great time. We slept in a park, day drank, partied in the streets, showered from buckets of water being dumped on us from balconies and met so many smiling faces.
Little did I know that this would be the beginning of my travel bug that has lasted for 10 years.