I was chatting with a friend the other day about travel and I was telling her that I didn't go anywhere in the first part of my life. My family was poor. That is just a fact. I don't wear it as a badge or a medal. We had no money for holidays but we were loved and had food and were warm and dry (most of the time :) ) I had friends who travelled a lot with their families in the summer or in winter. They came back with tales of places I could only dream of. The thing that stays with me though is that, for the most part, it just seemed normal to them and not something special. They expected to go to Spain or Italy or America or wherever. It was