When I was only a few months old, my first trip took me to Büyük Ada, Turkey, where my Dede, my grandfather died. Many years of family holiday through Europe followed till I went hiking for 2 weeks with other youngsters through Norway, with 17. My travel bug was born.
Living in Spain for one year during my studies was nice and interesting, but my heart opened when I first hit Latin American soil. With Dana, we started a Skateboard project in Cuba.
What travel means to me:
Real discoveries about a country and myself begin, where my comfort zone ends.
It makes me realize how big diversity on our planet is.
It never stills my need for discovery, it just makes me wanna discover more.
It is the way to understand our world.
There is still so many cultures and places to discover, so I had to quit my job to find out about it.