Where does the love of travel come from? Is it the smell of the rain as you step out onto the busy thoroughfare of a jungle metropolis? Is it being caught in a snowstorm in Old Quebec? Is it sharing a glass of champagne, seated inside a Parisian cafe, in the middle of the afternoon? Or is it waking up next to the person you love, and knowing that no matter how far the road takes you, you will be at home wherever you go?
