I caught the travel bug early in life, even before I went to school. My parents used to refer to me as their little gypsy – claiming that I was always eager and ready to get in the car and go. And then when I was 17, I was an exchange student to Spain. And that experience changed and charged everything for me. I had never been abroad before. I had never seen Roman ruins or eaten blood sausage or had a cocktail and been to a disco. I was never the same.