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I wasn’t rich, I was determined
Nineteen years ago, in my freshman year of high school, I took my first international trip. No, I wasn’t a rich white girl. I was just a girl full of faith and will on a mission to reach her goal of traveling to Costa Rica. I sought out and closed in on any opportunity to clean, mow, and babysit for friends, family and neighbors. Basically, if they were willing to pay, I was willing to work! Wallpaper was all the rage about this time and I even got to dabble in the installation and removal of that. Work ethic had been born and I learned a lot. For example, I’ll never EVER have wall paper.
My family was far from affluent and our family trips mostly consisted of trips around Oklahoma. My boyfriend jokes when I talk about all the places I want to go. “You would go anywhere. You would go to Hugo, Oklahoma if somebody suggested it.” Well, actually… been there, done that. In May of 1997, we loaded up to spend a few days in Hugo and to take the Hugo Heritage Railroad to Idabel for Dogwood Days. I’m sure my parents got this idea off of a weekly episode of Discover Oklahoma. Anyway, that was a long time ago and I don’t remember too much about it except for the train ride and a knock off Tommy Hilfiger shirt that I got from the festival.
That was the first time I had ever been on a train except that one time my dad nearly had us headed to California while we were downtown one Saturday. I guess he thought it was local and something fun we could do. Probably a good thing he finally asked somebody where it would be going. I’m not sure my mom ever knew about that…at least not until now!
But the world is bigger than Oklahoma…
Occasionally I was lucky enough to venture all the way to Texas, Arkansas or Missouri, but when I was 14 I overhead one of our youth group leaders talking about a mission trip to Costa Rica. I was a little late to the game but she said I could go as long as I met the financial deadline to secure a ticket. My mom’s permission was the only thing I needed – plus about $800, but mostly just my mom’s permission.
For some reason, all my mom could hear was the money when all I needed to hear was a yes. That was my pitch – “Don’t give me any money. Just say yes. If I can’t come up with the money, I can’t go anyway.” After a long battle of practicality and reason vs. the power of will we struck a deal. I get the money, I’m going. I don’t get the money, I’m not going. The money wasn’t coming from my parents. Good enough! I signed up.
Traveling to Costa Rica!
After a ton of hard work and an expedited passport, there I was sitting on a plane. It was my first time on a plane! I could hardly believe where I was or where I was going. Costa Rica was my first international trip and it was the beginning of a passion to see the world. We were able to stay and share meals in the homes of local church families as if we were one of their own. Their gesture of appreciation for the help we would provide gave us the most authentic experience we could ask for. That is how I learned to travel and how I continued to travel for the next 5 years.
No matter how hard I worked for those trips, they were nothing short of gifts with memories that I will always hold close. There is no doubt in my mind that traveling to Costa Rica and taking multiple similar trips over those 5 years built the foundation for how I feel about travel. Travel is fun and it is exciting but it isn’t just about a destination. It’s about understanding each other.Travel is fun and exciting but it isn't just about the destination. It's about understanding.Click To Tweet
Where was your first international trip? In what ways has travel shaped your view of the world?
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