This is the 2nd in my series of posts going back and talking about how I developed my love of travel, mission trips, etc.
Red Square with St. Basil's Cathedral, Lenin's Tomb, & the Kremlin
After studying abroad in Spain, I found myself continually plotting what my next trip would be. About a year later, during my junior year of college, an opportunity presented itself to go to Moscow, Russia with my college Sunday School class on a mission trip. While most people went to the beach for spring break, we went to cold, snowy Moscow!
The gorgeous plaza in Salamanca that I walked through many times a day
This is the first of a couple posts that will talk about formative times in my life, when it comes to travel, embracing life, and serving…
One of the defining moments, or time periods, in my love of travel is when I decided to study abroad the second semester of my sophomore year in college. Before that time, I had traveled a lot within the country – on family vacations (we would just pick an area of the country and drive around for 2 weeks to see everything we could see. And we definitely saw a lot!), youth group trips, college scouting trips (I visited 21 schools across the US. My parents were very obliging) – but had only been outside of the country to the near parts of Canada and across the border to Tijuana, Mexico.
So when I chose to study abroad in Salamanca, Spain it was the start of something significant. I was officially bitten by the travel bug…