I guess it all starts, as most story's do, with my great grandmother Marguerite Spear. She's pretty much been traveling since she was born. At at time when most women wanted to be flight attendants, my grandma took a less flattering job. My grandma became an airplane mechanic. She could fly any were she wanted for free, and boy did she take advantage of it, shes been to every state in the U.S. and over 10 different countries. After my grandma retired she continued her journeys. As a child I loved listening to her amazing stories and cherished the little nick-knacks she would bring back for me, I still remember sitting completely still frozen in awe at how amazing and fantastic her stories were, and I knew that someday I would have stories of my own. Now I'm not only proud to say that I have my own stories, but that my 90 year old grandmother who first gave me my inspiration has now become one of my favorite travel partners.
I've been traveling since I was about 8 years old, my other grandma, Marilyn, took me and my family to Disney world and ever since then me and that grandma have traveled together every summer to several different places. Unlike most kids my age I had never once gotten home-sick, wherever I am seems to be the only home I need for the time. I guess that's why you can call me a vagabond, a wanderer, someone with no permanent home, because wherever I go that's were I am, and there is plenty of adventure and stories, and excitement were ever you go.
