I had a humble childhood in a small Northern California gold rush town where not much went on. Though we at times went on short family road trips, some are surprised to hear (given that I now work in travel) that I didn’t grow up traveling very much, if at all.
The one exception to this tendency to stay home was our annual family trip to Hawaii. Even though we weren’t technically leaving the United States, Hawaii always felt like another world to me as a child. From its rocky lava landscapes and hidden beaches, to the tropical gardens and read more >>>
Source : HuffingtonPost.Com