Wanderlust is in my DNA...
An adventurous perspective began at a young age...
The beauty of solo travel is experiencing life and culture in its rawest of forms. Experience yourself in your most authentic state, when all your comforts and ease goes away life truly expands your horizons. One life is no where near the length needed to visit the far corners of our world....but I am willing to fill as much of my life as possible in pursuit of the joy that travel and cultures bring me!
I made a promise to myself to make sure that the number of countries visited...I like to say experienced (as I don't just visit the tourist sites but take in the culture and the people )... the number of countries experienced must stay above my age. At 30 I am at a great advantage with about 7 more countries than I am old, with hopes to just completely blow that number away as my years increase! Creating more connections with many more cultures, when I look at the globe or a map my heart signs...I love maps, I love to travel, and I love to live by experiencing life!
I began traveling through national parks as a child, and then at age 12 we moved to Europe and an entire lifestyle was born! At 14 I became exposed to humanitarianism which has become as much a part of me as my own hands, and as long as I have them...I am able to give with them!
I am the youngest of 3 children and have 2 older brothers. I was raised without knowing that girls and boys are "supposed" to do different things. I was raised knowing to cook, car maintenance, sew, weld, cross-stitch, work the table saw...I did not even really know there was another option but co-ed events and sports, if my brothers were doing it, I wanted too. Before I knew what a "tom-boy" was I just saw life as a learning experience... without labels! I am a high end fashion designer (dl-couture), I welded my "Charlie Brown" Christmas tree, I am a writer (Words Flow), I present lectures and seminars around the world (The D-club), I ride motorbikes, I travel the world alone, I paint, I hike, I love the blend of the life I have been given. The day I got my first motorbike, 1982 Yamaha Virago ... affectionately named Stanley, my dad laid him down... gently... and said you can not ride unless you can pick up your bike. Part of this is good skill, but another part is he knows I am prone to solo travel and wanted to make sure that when on a dirt path in the middle of nowhere, when I crash... that I can recover and tell the story over a couple of cold beers!
