Travel was instilled in me at a very young age. Growing up 20 minutes from Washington, DC, meant there was always something to do, always something to see.
I was very fortunate to have a family that wanted me to see the world around me.
On weekends, my dad would bundle up my brother and I and we’d head out on Adventures. These could be anything from taking the Metro down to the National Mall (a landmark I learned very quickly was not a shopping mall, but a vast expanse of land in the heart of the nation’s capitol) to sitting on the Metro platform watching planes take off from National (now Regan) Airport.
All of these adventures have one thing in common: we always took the Metro. Whether or not we were going to a national museum, to gaze at the cherry blossoms in April along the tidal basin of the Potomac, or simply to go to Union Station to see a movie, this mass transit option always makes me smile.