I got my first passport when I was two and haven’t wasted a page since.
Like many Caribbean families in New York, we went back home for the summer, so the end of the school year was always marked by suitcases being filled for Haiti.
There was one exception. The summer before second grade at a fancy new private school, my mom took me on a three- week European rail tour instead. I still came home from school asking why we didn’t have a “country house” like the other kids. But at least I had a great summer adventure to talk about. Nothing beats a great travel story!
