- Vacationing in Maine we drove up to St. Andrews-By-The-Sea.
The next time I left the United States was when we visited the United Nations in NYC.
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10, LA to San Diego and then to Tijuana. I remember the radio stations starting with X and someone named Xico (maybe this guy?) running for some political position with flyers that looked something like
MÉXICO
MÉXICO
MÉXICO
(The accent mark may not have actually been there. It might have also been all lower case.)
I have barely travelled anywhere. Because my parents knew that our Dad was getting sick, we were running out of time to have a proper family holiday, so they saved up for a trip to Fiji, which we took in August 1980 when I was 10. That was my first time in a jet plane, first time overseas, first time in the North Island of New Zealand (a stopover in Auckland, I’m from the southern part of the South Island), and first time experiencing a different culture.
After that I didn’t go anywhere else until I moved to Australia at age 30, where I’ve been ever since. So I’ve never left the southern hemisphere, and never been over a land border because the three countries I have visited are all island nations.
30 to a US territory (Puerto Rico), 31 to an actual foreign country (Canada). Both trips courtesy of Uncle Sam.
8th grade my French class had a trip to Quebec City. 12th grade went to Ireland.
11-15. I don’t remember exactly when, but I went on a ski trip to Mt. St. Anne in Quebec with my dad and sister. It was kind of an extension of our occasional trip to Vermont from NJ. At 16 I toured Scandinavia with a wind ensemble. That was my first ‘overseas’ trip.
I was born in Madrid on the 10th of December, my parents went with me to spend Christmas with my German grandparents, so I must have been just under two weeks old. Going abroad is easier in Europe, it is often closer than in the USA. The languages vary more here, though.
Over 18, so no protection for being a minor, when I crossed to Mexico to bring back a big bag of fireworks. Didn’t get caught.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Also lucky.
Well technically I was under a month old since I was born in Germany and then moved to US but I picked 3-10 because once establishing there it was few years before trips to Canada.
About eight years old, I think. We drove down to Ensenada in Baja. It was the first time I’d ever been outside of California as well.
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16, I think. Went with some other high school students on a hella-cheap tour of parts of Europe via a group that catered to teenagers on learning tours. Got to see much of Spain (loved Torremolinos and Sevilla, didn’t care a lick for Cordoba or Madrid), parts of France (Paris can go fuck itself), and much of London (most amazing city in the entire damn world).