This piece is part of an ongoing series in which we will explore how travel has shaped our lives - who we are and how we see the world....

For as long as I can remember, Ireland has been number one on my bucket list. I can’t fully explain why, as no one that I’d known had

We stayed in an open-air treehouse that was tucked away in the back of a rice field for half of the trip. Each bed had a canopy intended...

My first time to Europe was a 4-day stop in Frankfurt on my way to India.

While I definitely grew up poor, this was really my first experience of abject poverty. Going into that region of Mexico, I was actually...

“25 days until I board a plane and move to the other side of the world. (who’s idea was this again?) JK, I’m feeling...

I (Christie) moved a lot as a kid. My family was all over the place. My parents divorced when I was three...

I will not soon forget the exhilarating feeling of being in the Sacred Valley and then finally getting to look down at...

The sunrise hike of Mount Batur was one I had been researching and marveling over photos of since the moment I booked my flight to Bali.

On these trips, I made new friends, taught, held babies, fed the poor, and just generally expanded my relational circle...

My adult life did not turn out anything like I (Christie) had thought it would, and yet travel has never ceased to be a part of it.

I want to grow and learn from those in other cultures rather than thinking I know everything and my way is the best way.

For as long as I can remember, I have always loved to travel...I suspect travel calls to me because there is so much to discover within it.