|Subject: Re: First Travel Experiences|
My first travel experience was when I was about 8 years old. My cousin took my sister and myself on the ferry from Victoria, BC to Port Angeles, Wash. and I was agog with excitement because I would FINALLY be considered a "foreigner" for a few hours. I kept asking my long-suffering cousin, "Am I a foreigner yet?" I already had itchy feet from being taken to see the Kon Tiki documentary when it came out and figured I knew what foreign meant - something/someone exotic from somewhere else.