I'll never forget landing in New Zealand in 1982 on my way to Australia. Back then, we could deplane and stand out on the tarmac, stretching our legs. I remember walking down the steps and being walloped by humid air -- something we rarely had in Denver, the Mile High City -- and the wonderful smell of strange trees.
From that moment on, I knew I was always going to travel.
Oh, what a moment! I love that it’s not even when you actually got to properly get to know a place - just the tarmac and identifying differences is enough to learn that you want to travel more. I totally get it!!
I'll never forget landing in New Zealand in 1982 on my way to Australia. Back then, we could deplane and stand out on the tarmac, stretching our legs. I remember walking down the steps and being walloped by humid air -- something we rarely had in Denver, the Mile High City -- and the wonderful smell of strange trees.
From that moment on, I knew I was always going to travel.
Oh, what a moment! I love that it’s not even when you actually got to properly get to know a place - just the tarmac and identifying differences is enough to learn that you want to travel more. I totally get it!!