My best travel memory
There is so much to say about traveling but it is hard to pinpoint the one thing that is the very best memory of them all, so far then I mean. My first spontaneous though was the beach in Portugal on the coast of Algarve when I was 8 years old, traveling abroad the first time (that I remember). I had this yellow bathing suit in some form of expendable material and when talking with my friends when I got older they said that they still remember the suntan I got from this bathing suit. This and a purple I had later. I guess that it is hard to compete with memories from being a child, you always have stronger feelings/ and appreciate things more, don´t you? Just to remember the sand between my toes and the waves from the Atlantic ocean is great. I know now that when I revisit I don´t feel the same. Now my reactions towards the Atlantic is ”God damn this is cold”. Considering a more recent travel memory that I …