I save every penny after food to travel. I write about it. I take videos and pictures. I have an extreme case of nostalgia at all times, for all travels, and an even more extreme case of wanderlust. I’m a cheese-ball and it makes traveling even better.
I find it confusing that in a nation with so few federal holidays we take a day to celebrate a man responsible for some pretty awful things — like initiating the transatlantic slave trade and genocide of natives. How in the spherical world did this all come about?