I’m Alexandra (or Alex, as most people usually end up calling me).
…and travel is my drug of choice.
I entirely blame my addiction on my parents (arguably equally as much travel addicts as myself). From the time I was legally old enough to fly, my parents had me on a plane, jetting around the world. Since my first flight (which I was far too young to remember, in fact I was far too young to even keep from pooping and drooling on myself at that point), I’ve been backpacking, train-riding, safari-ing, camping, getting lost, sleeping in airports, river-rafting, swimming, running, crying, laughing and so many other “ings” around the world.
I travel by one rule of thumb–I’ll try anything once…even if it kills me. (Well, maybe not actually. I’m not really a big fan of death.) Thus far, my “rule of thumb” has served me fairly well. I have it to thank for my discovered love of running (which usually means running away from something scary that I’ve accidentally pissed off), speaking Spanish (or at least pretending to), sleeping in tents (ideally indoors), and eating fish (preferably that doesn’t actually taste like fish). But come to think of it, my rule has also led to me being chased by a herd of buffalo, a rhinoceros, a pit bull, and a rattlesnake. So I guess it doesn’t always work out perfectly, but at least it does usually lead to a great story.
That being said…
This last March, when I rather randomly was invited to spend 10 days in Thailand (which is another story for another time) and to write about my trip, I turned to my thumb, and said, “You know the rule.” …So, I tried the travel writing thing–and it didn’t kill me. In fact, it’s kind of stuck, and well, I think it’s safe to say that I may have a new addiction…