When I was 16 years old, I read James Michener’s book “The Drifters.” I dreamt of traveling to all the places in the book and beyond. But then life intervened: college, work, marriage and children. You know the story. It wasn’t until my college-aged son was getting a passport for a semester abroad in Tanzania that I decided to tag along and apply for one myself. The seed for travel that had been planted in my teens returned. I’d raised my sons, was financially secure and had plenty of vacation time.
