So I thought a good place for me to start this blog would be
at the beginning of my life as a travel-maniac and it seems from a bit of
digging and photo searching, I have been a victim of the travel bug from an
extremely young age. In fact, my first time abroad was before I was even born
as you can see from this picture of my beautiful mum pregnant with me in
Portugal.
Ok, I know that doesn’t really count so the next travel
experience that family Smith with baby me in tow embarked on, was again to
Portugal, with I a mere 9 months old! And no prizes for guessing here; I
absolutely loved it (or so my parents report) even if my cousin did nearly drown
me in the swimming pool, but that’s a story for another day...
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| Left; me and mum. Middle; Grandparents, mum and me. Right; Me wearing Pop-pop's explorer hat. |
The gang enjoyed a lot more holidays in Portugal and it has
become one of my favourite destinations to visit with its stunning beaches,
buzzing markets, and lush gardens. Various forms of family Smith made up from grandparents,
Aunt and Uncle, Cousins and brother, could often be found whiling away the days
sampling Peri-Peri chicken in our favourite beach-side cafe (or to us “the
shack”), taking long walks admiring the gorgeous pink flowers (which we so
often had to stop for photos in front of) and spending sandy days splashing in
the sea and strolling along the beach.
