What was your first real trip? Why would you call it your first real trip?
My first real trip was in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina with my mother. I consider that trip my first real trip because it was the first time I got to experience a different world outside of beaches and bridges in Florida. Seeing mountains made my spirit soar. Experiencing elevation, rigorous hiking trails, and exploring hidden waterfalls opened my eyes.
What were the best and worst parts of the trip?
The best part was the grandeur of the scenery. The mountains commanded beauty. Also, how the people lived in the mountains. They lived a slower and more peaceful lifestyle than what I’ve lived my entire life in Jacksonville, Florida. The worst was the steep hiking trails. I swear nothing reminds you of how out of shape you are unless you are hiking up the side of a mountain.
What was the life lesson you gained?
The Blue Ridge Mountains taught me that everyone should get the chance to know the world outside their doors. It’s a big world out there, and we can’t continue to let it pass us over. The internet is a powerful tool, and Google opened our eyes to everything. Any country or culture you wish to learn about on the face of the planet is a simple internet search. The best part is, you can share those experiences with the help of social media. Joining groups and chats about places worldwide helps you become more in touch with people you’ll probably never meet a day in your life. It’s essential to care about what happens outside your world. Traveling through mountains and observing the lifestyle taught me those fundamental lessons.
How did this trip lead to wanting to travel?
Honestly, my curiosity got the better of me. I was curious to see how people lived in other parts of the country and eventually worldwide. When I became a truck driver, I was fortunate to see how people lived in small towns versus big cities. Trust me, the difference is astounding.