Description
I have always disliked winter; with a passion. Definitely more than most people and possibly less than some. The cold and the snow always had me chilled to the bone. I always felt that I’d rather go to winter than have it come to me. As a child I had always wondered why my parents had chosen to bring me up in a place that had such severe winters as Canada. Of course as I grew older I came to the realization that it really wasn’t their fault as much as it was circumstance. I knew there were warmer places and I wanted my place in the sun. All of those years of wishful thinking, combined with my first summer trip across Canada all the way to the West coast, and I got the travel bug. I’d realized there was a lot to see out there.
