My story

I grew up travelling. It’s in my blood.

My dad used to organize family trips all over the country. He told me that I should fall in love with my own country – Romania, and then leave for the entire globe. He was right, why? Because only this way I could learn about myself, about the traditions and the beautiful landscapes that feel like home to me. He took me almost everywhere, wanting me to discover, explore and keep in mind where I come from. I had endless experiences, from petting a dear, climbing  1480 rock stairs only to see some ruins (Peonari Citadel), to almost getting hugged by a bear in my sleep (we were camping).

There was no month without leaving the hometown, even if it was just for the weekend.

Years passed by and I had to pick my high school. I’m interested in Psychology so I wanted to study the human profile as we call it in Romania (it is based on language, communication, Latin, history and so on). But when I pictured myself in an office, waiting for the next patient, going in the same place for the rest of my short life – I just couldn’t feel right.

So I decided to take the path less travelled. And now I’m a senior in a Tourism class. In 3 years I have found a lot of amazing things – how to book the perfect vacation, how to act around a client, and I even had the chance to spend my internships in one agency, Free Spirit Travel and one of the best hotels in Bucharest, Radisson Blu.

A lot of doors were opened to me, the only thing left was to walk. And this what I am going to do for the lest of my life.

The man in this photo is my beloved one. Thanks to him I started loving myself and I put my fears apart, so while holding his hand I am sure I will succed in my dreams. Our dreams.