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.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Numbers
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 🙂

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Optimistic

 

On my new adventure as a Travel Agent I always have to come up with new ideas of how to promote my business. Last week TravelmyStories participated on a wedding show, looking for brides in need of help with their honeymoon. Every time we set up a table like this, we have to be optimistic that we will find somebody that will need our services. That our business will make somebody happy and less stressful with their new life preparations.

 

 

We are optimistic that we can help create memories, moments and travel stories that will last forever.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Optimistic

Until then,

xamlinnette 🙂