When my mother was 18 she went to Cuba for two weeks with a friend. Her only luggage was a backpack with some clothes. It was an adventure! She and her friend had a list of people's telephones where they could spent the night. They never paid an hotel, and all they did was sinking themselves in the culture and exploring a world that was unknown for them. Many people thought that was really dangerous for them to go alone, but they needed to get out of Spain and learn how the world was.
I guess that the love for traveling is hereditary. My family made me get used to at least two trips each year. Last year, I experienced one of the most amazing trips of my life. My sister had already done it two years ago and she was the one who convinced me to do it. I spent eleventh days walking through the mountains of the French Pyrenees with a group of people who I did not know. At first all the faces were unknown but day after day an amazing friendship was formed. We were 15 teenagers and 3 monitors. We woke up at 5 am, breakfasted and at 6 am we began to walk. We walked between ten and thirteen hours a day. The mornings were cold and the midday really warm. We slept in really tiny tents, ate disgusting packed food, and carried huge backpacks that weighted 50 pounds. The best thing about this experience was overcome my limits, being tired but knowing that I had to keep walking, meet people with whom I spoke thirteen hours of walking every day, and building relationships that I'll never forget.