Our incredible adventure began April 23, 2008. We left LAX for an incredible adventure to countries we never thought we would have the opportunity to visit. We shared an adventure with Mike and Phyllis Warshaw. It was a dream that came to fruition. We were lost, bitten by the travel bug.
I was born in a small community in Texas. It was so small there were no stoplights for years. There are still fewer than 500 people. My parents were just babies, both still teenagers. My father was a peanut famer when I was first born. My Aunt Doris’s favorite about my first year is the story about her with hat she wore when she worked in the soda shop. I was a toddler not quiet one year old. I loved her hat and I always wanted to have it. They never gave it until one day my Aunt decided it was probably okay to let me wear it. I guess they forgot about me, because when it came time for her to leave, they looked everywhere for the hat. That was the day I potty trained myself…you figure it out! I was always the offbeat upward thinking one between all my cousins and friends. Something’s never change…