Europe

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The very first and only continent I placed my feet on outside of North America up until I was 23. England was the beginning of it all. At the age of six as a family, we went to visit where my dad was from. We explored England for 3 weeks from bottom to top and finishing in Manchester in the area he was from. Even though much is vaguely remembered, it was enough to bury itself in my skin and emerge years later as a full blown travel bug. At this age I had become fascinated with castles, cathedrals, battlefields and well medieval times in general. At heart I’m a history nerd and this being my first taste, I was drawn to it. As I began to travel more and realized money played a major part in that, Europe has unfortunately taken a bit of a backseat (damn Canadian dollar), but I plan in the coming years to return and delve further into this continent that started it all.