From an early age, I remember my father intently studying a map. Actually, it was a lot of different maps that he carefully unfolded and spread across the dining room table or whatever surface was available. He wasn’t interested in the places that were already well known. He was looking for the less-explored corners of the world.
Traveling in My Father’s Footsteps
Traveling in My Father’s Footsteps
Traveling in My Father’s Footsteps
From an early age, I remember my father intently studying a map. Actually, it was a lot of different maps that he carefully unfolded and spread across the dining room table or whatever surface was available. He wasn’t interested in the places that were already well known. He was looking for the less-explored corners of the world.