Travel to the Extremes (In the Name of Science)
I was a military brat. My dad was in the Navy, so every 3 to 4 months we’d pack everything up and travel to a new military base for my dad’s new assignment. By the time I was in middle school, I had lived half of my life overseas in places like Scotland and a tiny 3 mile by 8 mile island off the tip of the boot of Italy. I loved immersing myself in a new culture and picking up bits of the language. Even the transfer from South Texas to Southern California was exciting. I lived right by Sea World and the San Diego Zoo! I blame this exciting upbringing for my love of travel.
