Wanderlust has been a part of my life as long as I can remember. As a young child I would pack up my Tiny Tears baby doll, all of her clothes into her little suitcases, load them up in my red racer wagon and then hitch it up to my tricycle and pretend I was taking a trip somewhere – anywhere!
One day my dad even found me out on Route 66 on his way home from work at Edward’s Air Force base in the Mojave desert. As he was driving he noticed a kid riding their bike on the side of the highway and remarked to himself, “Who in their right mind would let their kid…OH MY GOD!!!!! It’s Claudia!” As you might imagine he quickly pulled over, picked up me and my bike and promptly took me home inquiring, “Who’s day is it to watch Claudia?” To this day, if someone in my family doesn’t know where I am my family members respond with “It’s not MY day to watch her!”
Some of the simplest things please me – seeing where the road goes is one of them. It’s been my great luck to have had a mom and dad who loved to take Sunday drives. I learned to read maps and pay attention to where we were going at a very young age which helped, I believe, in the development of a very trustworthy inner compass that rarely fails me.