It is impossible not to leave a comment on this one...First because Curacao was the first foreign soil I landed on during my one-way ticket to America on a charter flight from Sao Paulo to Orlando that had 5 stops, 4 within Brazil and one last one in Curacao. We didn't leave the plane, but they opened its doors and the view of beautiful rocks and blue waves was imprinted in my mind. First flight ever, first trip outside the country and it was a one way ticket of an immigrant from Sao Paulo with no plans, not destination, no money and no English. But to your point, these days I embark on trips within my own home admiring the world with gratitude and curiosity.
It is impossible not to leave a comment on this one...First because Curacao was the first foreign soil I landed on during my one-way ticket to America on a charter flight from Sao Paulo to Orlando that had 5 stops, 4 within Brazil and one last one in Curacao. We didn't leave the plane, but they opened its doors and the view of beautiful rocks and blue waves was imprinted in my mind. First flight ever, first trip outside the country and it was a one way ticket of an immigrant from Sao Paulo with no plans, not destination, no money and no English. But to your point, these days I embark on trips within my own home admiring the world with gratitude and curiosity.