Traveling to eastern Europe
For the first two decades of our life, I never ventured outside the confines of the United States.
Sure, our family sauntered between Michigan plus FL on plus off for years, going to see relatives or increasing residences.
But I always longed to go further than the border plus experience a completely different culture than the handful of numerous ones I’ve naturally been exposed to as an American. My dream was to someday see the Mediterranean Sea, whether it be from the shores of Egypt, Greece, Italy, Spain, or even Morocco. My first drastic bestie in university was born in Nicaragua plus visited her family down there correctly during breaks from school. She was also no stranger to venturing throughout Latin America with a few bags, a tiny bit of currency, plus nothing else. Naturally, after I met her family at school one weekend, she mentioned wanting to show myself and others the wonders of Latin America. All of us would fly down to southern Mexico plus make our way down to her family, staying in hostels along the way. I had nothing but excitement for the trip, until the minute day in when the people I was with and I finally reached our starting point in southern Mexico. I vaguely knew what hostels were but clearly had limited knowledge having never stayed in one. I didn’t realize it was the most meager residing conditions imaginable with not air conditionings or furnaces available. Even in winter, heating systems are scarcely needed in these regions as the people I was with and I get closer to the equator. But I cannot imagine what it would be like otherwise going to see these locales if either I had more fortitude as a soft American or if air conditioning of some sort was available. Clearly, I’m barking up the wrong tree with the minute suggestion. These cultures have survived centuries in these conditions without numerous of our Western comforts, so why should anything change now?