My travels started at the early age of 3, when I accompanied my family to London. I stayed there for about a month I guess, the time it took for my sister to have her operation, to recover and be sent back home. From this first visit to foreign lands I remember the horrible sound of the plane, the tube, going to MacDonald’s, the taste of the hospital’s boiled potatoes and not much more. I was only 3, what did you expect?!
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