It all
started out when I was 5 years old. My family were on their yearly vacation,
this time at Grand Canaria. After a week of warm weather, friendly people,
horrible attempts at communicating in Spanish and overall just being charter
tourists it was time to go back home. When my parents packed one last time,
removed all the sand from the towels and got ready to head back to the hotel
that we already checked out of to shower by the pool before getting on the bus
to the airport, I refused to leave. I was furious, I ran towards the water
outside of Mas palomas where we had been tanning all day (yes, this was during
the 80s, one could do that then!) and screamed that I wasn't coming with them.
I caused quite the scene then and there at the beach and then when I finally surrendered,
probably due to some vague promises of ice cream, I filled my pockets with as
much sand as I could fit. I'm sure my father was very happy with me at that
moment.. I sulked all the way back home to a snowy and cold Stockholm, refused
to put hand over my sand filled shorts and just kept on saying I didn't want to
go home.
Back in
Sweden, being February, it was cold and snowy. When we finally got back to the
apartment, I asked for a jar, pored all the sand into it. I placed the jar on
my bedside table so that I could always dream of the endless sand and sun..
Apparently
I don't remember any of this, but I've been told that this is what happened.
True or not? Who cares, it makes up a good story to understand my want, no
that's not a strong enough word, my need is more like it, to travel and travel.
That is what has driven me around the world all these years, that made me meet
all the fantastic people I've met during my trips, that always makes me long
for the next airport. That is also what has driven me to start my own business
in the tourist sector. I want to give something back and obviously still be
able to make a living out of it. But hey, we are just at the beginning, so let’s
see where this will take us!
I still
have the jar by the way, it's just now filled with sand from all over the
world, to keep the dream alive...
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