September 25, 2024

The Story Behind Mi Bella Mondo: Discovering My Beautiful World   A Lifelong Love of Travel! My passion for travel began long before I boarded a plane for the first time and crossed the international date line to come to America. By then, my father’s travel stories as a merchant marine had sparked my lifelong curiosity about the beautiful world. As I write about my story now, I reflect on how my life and travel experiences throughout these years have shaped me—not just as a person but also as a wife and mother. I embarked on my first leisurely overseas trip with my brother Jojo to visit our brother Willy in the Air Force stationed in Udine, Italy. I fell in love with Italy from the moment I arrived. My brother took some time off, and the three of us went on a road trip in his small, tiny Renault Le Car. We went through Venice, Verona, and Firenze; through the Dolomites (Italian Alps); Milan; the Ligurian coast; and finally Rome, where the car broke down in the middle of Rome’s rush hour! We made lunch stops at small cafés, each serving a single dish without a menu. I vividly remember dining at a tiny restaurant where an older woman had just made fresh pasta, served simply with two pieces of tomato, a drizzle of homemade olive oil, and parmigiana. This is where I discovered savoring: La Dolce Vita—at its finest! That first trip to Italy began a profound connection to the culture, which felt like I had lived there before. Traveling through Italy, meeting warm and welcoming people, savoring the exquisite cuisines and homemade pastas, and immersing myself in its rich culture became an experience I’ll never forget and will always cherish. Although I have often returned to Italy, each visit reinforces that initial, powerful connection. Italy will always be my number one destination, and my love for the country grows stronger with each visit. My desire to explore the world has consumed me since that trip to Italy. When I came home from that trip, I had to figure out how to turn my love for travel into something sustainable. I resigned from my first job and started a travel service company called Wings, dreaming of earning a living while traveling full-time. I was young and idealistic, believing I could build a life around my passions. But reality didn’t align with the dream, and running the business didn’t materialize as I had hoped. I could not travel due to the obligation of being present when running a business! Eventually, I had to find a job that could financially sustain my wanderlust while allowing me to travel when I wanted. I returned to IT, my first job, and started my consulting business. This setup provided the stability I needed while allowing me the flexibility to pursue my passion for travel. I’ve traveled countless miles. While recounting my story blurs the details of some destinations, the vivid memories and connections I made with remarkable people I’ve encountered remain ever-present. I often don’t have photos of myself in many of these places—selfies weren’t popular back then, and I was typically preoccupied with carrying my photography gear. Despite this, the experiences and connections I’ve made continue to resonate deeply. My first solo trip was to Chile, when solo female travel wasn’t as common as it is today. I didn’t have a detailed itinerary—just a two-night hotel reservation in Santiago. My plan was straightforward: I would take a bus heading north, make stops whenever the mood struck, and adapt to the situation as it unfolded. I didn’t carry a guidebook—just a deep curiosity and the desire to explore. Once I flipped the adventure switch in my mind and let go of my insecurities and uncertainties, it felt like the universe conspired with me, offering a glimpse into what life is truly about. There are many stories on this trip, but one of the highlights was meeting a group of Inuit students wrapping up their summer program. I joined them at their camp, where they cooked horse meat over an open fire. And no, I couldn’t bring myself to try the horse meat! Later, another solo trip took me to India for the first time. This wasn’t supposed to be solo—I had initially planned to travel with a friend. However, we parted ways after our time in Nepal, and I found myself alone. When I arrived, I knew nothing about India—I hadn’t read a book or taken an interest in its culture then. Exhausted from trekking in Nepal, I decided to fly to Goa to relax at the beach and figure out my next steps. I picked up a Lonely Planet guidebook at the airport and let a travel agent book me a flight from Delhi to Bangalore, as there were no direct flights to Goa for two weeks. He mentioned I could take a bus or train from Bangalore to Goa. Read the story here. The journey was filled with challenges and awe-inspiring experiences, and the events in India were truly remarkable—even though I never made it to Goa! And here is the full story of why I never made it to Goa! Family travel is a unique experience with its special significance. Children mature quicker than you think, making the time you spend with them feel fleeting—before you know it, they’ve graduated from college. Watching them grow up, as it happens so quickly, as if moments have slipped away from us, feels ephemeral. That is why it’s essential to cherish every moment you have together. I always knew I wanted to show the world to my children. Seeing the world through their eyes and trying new things has been my most rewarding adventure. Our travels have shaped them; they’ve inherited my love of exploration. Travel has allowed them to grow into worldly young men who are compassionate, resilient, able to think on their feet, comfortable in their skin, and open to experiencing