It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

It was the fist time in my life that I traveled, I was 18 years old and it wouldn’t be the last. Twenty five years later I can testify that, that trip to Disney World wasn’t my last.

 
Back then, I lived in Puerto Rico and I had never traveled before. I used to dream about Disney World, it was like a fantasy to me. The whole concept of traveling to the US it was like a dream. I never imagine back then that eight years later I was going to be living permanently in Orlando Florida. If I never imagine that, less I imagine that I was going to be working everyday on Disney property. Back then was a dream, this day is my every day life thing.
It was my first time traveling and it was my first time at Disney World, and definitely hasn’t been the last. That was just the beginning of Travelmystories I just didn’t know it back then. 

 

In some of the pictures we were at Universal Studios. Actually on that vacation we stayed at Central Florida for 3 weeks and we visited all the parks including Bush Garden in Tampa. My family always took us on vacation, but in Puerto Rico. We visited many places and stayed in different towns during our vacation. But this special one, was our first family vacation in the US. Thank God for cameras, and albums we have now great memories to re-live.
Where did you go on your first travel?
Until then,
xamlinnette:)
 

Behind the Doors Of My Travels

The curiosity of what is behind every culture, every country, every person, lies behind the doors of their houses, business, churches and more.

Alora, Spain
At the time we were passing by this door⬆️ in Alora it was 2pm. All business were closed. Culture at its major splendor! They take a break in the middle of the day. Everybody rest and open their doors for business again, later in the afternoon.
Casablanca, Morroco
The things that happens inside a room, the stories that will develop will start once you get in and close the door. Families in the world are different but the same at the same time. 
 
 
Behind that ⬆️ door is the library of the Parliament of Canada, the only survivor part of the 1916 fire. That door witness the tragic burn of the rest of the building. History and memories hold between a door.
 
A church in Barcelona

Lisbon, Portugal

 

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I wonder how many rich people had walk through that door⬆️ in France? How how many enter to apply for a house loan? Or how many went through that door to withdraw the last penny on its account? I just wonder?
 
Quebec

This corner apartment is for rent in Old San Juan Puerto Rico. How many families have lived here? Can you imagine the stories that door hold inside? 
 
When you travel you will encounter a different story in every door that you go through. That’s fascinating! So let’s travel more and start a new travel story when you go through the airport doors!
 
Until then,
xamlinnette 🙂
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How TravelmyStories was born?

 
 

Before I ever dream about travelmyStories, long time ago everything started with a divorce, no cable in my new place, Rick Steve, and a notebook where I started to write how I felt to let all my frustrations out.

I learned that from every bad experience something good come out of it. My circumstances back then,sure didn’t look any good. After my divorce my budget was limited. I didn’t have cable TV on my little apartment. The weekends that my kids were with their dad, I watched public TV. There was Rick Steve for me all weekend…literally. I didn’t have anything else to see, PBS was the only thing I had, and for some reason during the weekends the Rick Steve programs were on all they long. At the begin it was a whatever moment for me, but later I started dreaming and traveling with Rick Steve every weekend. 
At the same time I learned to love writing, when writing was my only way to express my troubles of that time. Without noticing my writings looked like poems or romantic thoughts. They had some kind of rhythm. I share them with some people. I continue writing songs, stories for church dramas and more. One day a friend of mine ask me why I didn’t write a blog. The rest is history. I took a while to be what it is now, but that is how everything started,that is the origin of my blog.
Now, how I combine that with the travel side of Travelmystories?
Traveling stayed in my mind like a dream. I thought it was going to be impossible for me to travel, as a single mom and two kids. I didn’t see it happening. Still I tried to explore a little close to home (Florida). Vacation has always be a big deal to me even if we “travel” around the corner. Then I met my husband, a pilot that loved traveling but didn’t do it much because didn’t want to do it alone. 
Together we filled each others empty spaces and we travel. 
 
TravelmyStories still a dream, because I can’t yet travel as much as I want, still a dream because I still not inspiring to travel all the people I want. Still a dream because I can’t quit my job yet. But that is the reason I became a travel agent, and that is how travelmystories is my little travel agency as well. That is the origin of travelmystories.net. 

Until then,
xamlinnette 🙂
 

An Important Number During Our Honeymoon

We took a MSC cruise on the Mediterranean for our honeymoon. Ge got our own table(723)for our 10 days cruise and Luiza was our server all the time. At the end of our trip we loved Luiza and it was sad to say goodbye. We learned a little bit about her and why she was doing that job. She is a single mom and her mom take care of her daughter so she can provide for them. The way she talked about her daughter was so inspiring and full of emotions and sadness because of the distant between them.
When I reflect on things like this, I have to recognize how bless I am. Also makes me think more reasons for loving travel. When you travel you have the opportunity to meet amazing people, with different cultures but with the same needs that we all have. 
Get inspired to travel, balance your life with amazing experiences, and find a number in your travels that will inspire a whole new story. 😉
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Juanito and his number 2 shirt.
One Mosque in Morroco
Lisbon: One 25 Abril bridge.
Many people walking the street of Genoa, Italy.
Just the 2 of us! Genoa, Italy.

 

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Until then,
xamlinnette 🙂

Weekly Photo Challenge: Vibrant

 

Here we have a vibrant memory of my visit to Marseilles, France. It was a Friday morning, the day that the market is in all its splendor with its vibrant colors everywhere. The street was full of tourist and locals.

 

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Vibrant

 

Until then,

xamlinnette 🙂