Maybe it was the time she was three years old and I took her on a cruise to Mexico. Or when I took her to Hawaii for my high school reunion when she was six. Or did she catch the travel bug when I took her to Costa Rica? Ireland? New York? Perhaps it was the thrilling air boat ride during a weekend birthday trip to the Everglades when she was six…maybe?
I don’t know for sure when it happened but somehow, she caught a monster travel bug, which motivated her to save her money after graduating from Loyola then whip halfway across the world to eat noodles in plastic chairs on sidewalks for an indeterminate period of time. One can certainly also credit –or blame —Anthony Bourdain, and she does as much in her blog: SMT Abroad––Noodles and Travel Humiliations.
One can also ask how exactly did she go from this:
Daughter makes a former travel-bug mother proud. And yes, I’m a little jealous. She wanted me to go with her for our mother daughter after-college trip. But a 14 hour plane ride, well, that landed on my TOFTS (too old for this shit) list, so we went to Sonoma instead, see post here.
So I live vicariously through her, following her blog and texting and being as nosy as I can about what town she’s in (currently in Hoi An ), which hostel she’s staying at and most important of all, what she is EATING.
A chip off the old block. Only better.