Born of humble beginnings, I am not quite sure where my love of travel came from. I was a second generation child of immigrant grandparents, born and raised in the bustling streets of NYC. Yet, none of my family traveled – most didn’t even own a passport. My mom was a single, hardworking mom, and I convinced her when I was 16 years old that she, my grandmother, and I should all get passports and travel to Italy together- after much (much) persuasion, she succumbed and we had the time of our lives! The food, the culture, the music, the architecture, the sheer beauty of it all… I was officially bit by the travel bug, and new I wanted to spend the rest of my life repeating that same awe inspiring experience I had when I stepped foot in my first country.
Fast forward, many years later and I was blessed to meet someone who had the same passion I did- to see the world. Born of a road-trip family, who’s parents love to travel, he too loved to explore. He called his solo adventures Rollerblades and Redbull. When we met I asked him where he was going next, and he said South Africa, the very place I had just gotten back from- we knew in that moment it was destiny.