Where has this passion for getting away come from?

I really cannot remember when this great passion for getaways had its start in my life.

I can remember a few trips that my mom and I used to take when I was still a little girl. However I cannot recall exactly how old I was at that time. I can only remember bits and pieces of it all. And, knitting these bits and pieces to the stories mommy tells me, I have the feeling I've gone through a whole lot.

My mom has always been adventurous, and likes to travel. As she did not have another choice at that time, she had to take me with her.

Maybe this passion for going away exists because when I was about 4 or 5, I can recall I was in a completely unknown city, sitting quietly on the pavement waiting for my mom to call every possible hotel and find us an available room. Of course it is the best option to travel 12h by bus with a child and not have booked a hotel to stay. By the way, it really happened, and it was in Caldas Novas-GO-Brazil.

Maybe the deep interest for escaping arose from once, when we were in Cambuquira-MG-Brazil and went to Sao Lourenco-MG-Brazil (2 near towns). We missed the last bus and were forced to ask for a ride. No one would give us a lift. Except for a truck that stopped and gave us a ride back. That was when I saw myself sleeping through boxes of caustic soda. That really happened when I was about 6 years old.

Perhaps it could have come from many long road trips, in which the car got stuck in the mud, or when the police stopped my father for over speeding, and he hid the car documents into my snack pack blaming the policeman for losing them, only to get away with receiving a fine. Yep, I was about 6 or 7.

You know, I have NO idea where that comes from. I just know I am crazy about getting away, travelling, knowing cultures, habits, languages, currencies, and the weirdest: SHOPS AND SUPERMARKETS. I am a fan of supermarkets in different places. For me, they seem like culture alive.

So, let’s escape and write about it all?