Sometimes, I like looking back on my travels and reminisce. Either I look at old photos or read my diaries. Here’s a few of my travel firsts.
In 1973, when I was 8 months old, my family went on a trip to Northern Argentina. We visited Salta and Jujuy, although I have no recollections whatsoever. I have family stories and photos to prove I was there, though.
First solo flight
My family used to rent a house in the seaside town of Mar del Plata (Argentina) for the summer holidays. The summer I was 4 years old, my parents had to go back to the city and I stayed with my grandparents. Before classes started, they put me on a plane and my parents picked me up at the other end. It’s only a 45 minute flight but I must have been looked after well by the flights attendants. My mother says I had chocolate all over my face when I got off the plane.
First international trip
My grandparents took my sister Maria, then 5, and me, 7, to Miami and Walt Disney World in Florida. I still have good memories of that first international trip. What I don’t remember is feeling homesick or missing my parents but I must have done, although it was such an adventure!
First time in Europe
I went to England in 1994. This trip marked the beginning of a life-long love affair with London.
First time in an airline VIP lounge
It was the British Airways lounge at Ezeiza Airport, Buenos Aires, in 1994. I loved it!
First time living on an island
In 2008, my husband had to work on the islands of Jersey, off the coast of Normandy in the English Channel. We lived there for over a year. Coming from a huge country with endless horizons, I had to adjust to living on a small island. However, I have the fondest memories of our time there.
First time in Business Class
1994 with British Airways fro Buenos Aires to London. It was hard to go back to cattle class after that.
First time in the Far East
I went to China in 1997. It was very different then, no so westernized. I was surprised and delighted, curious and shocked at the same time.