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Wanderlust and adventure - my first travels

What is it that makes you want to travel and be adventurous? I have no idea. All I know is that I've always been curious about what's further away, what I don't really know.

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We have mostly talked about trips that Peter and I made together, from our first trip abroad together to Egypt in 2005. But I have also travelled a lot before we met! I have just gone through old photo albums and scanned some photos ... Here is part 1: My travels until the age of 20.

Summers in Tylösand, from 1975 ...

The first 'journeys' were from our home in Lund to our summer house in Tylösand. Here I spent every summer sunbathing, painting seashells, writing letters and visiting friends.

Till Tylösand
My brother, me, mum and dad - on the way to Tylösand in early summer 1983.

Winters in the mountains, from 1978 ...

Our other family tradition was skiing holidays in the winter. Every year we went to the Swedish mountains for a week and I learnt to ski slalom when I was three or four years old.

Hamrafjället
Me in Hamrafjället in 1982

Skiing at the East German border, 1985

The ski trip to the Harz in 1985 was my first trip outside the Nordic countries. I was nine years old and thought it was soooo exciting. I remember that we got dumplings for dinner and that mum and dad were compensated with alcohol when we got a room with too few beds (which they were not at all happy about!). My favourite memory is that we lived right on the border with East Germany and could see the guards patrolling the wall with automatic rifles.

Harz
My brother and I at the border with East Germany in 1985.

First visit to Stockholm ... and riding camp 1986-1989

Photo albums are of little help here, but I know that I was in Copenhagen several times with my class, before I first visited Stockholm with my parents. We visited the castle, Skansen and Leksaksmuseet and when my parents, on the subway, asked what was the most fun I answered (in broad Scanian and to the delight of other travellers) "Eåka subway".

Otherwise, my "travelling" during this period consisted mostly of riding camps. When I was 14, we moved to Stockholm, and the riding camps changed to theatre camps.

Ridläger
I am jumping with my horse Curir at a riding camp in 1987.

To England by bus, 1991

Finally 16 and old enough to go travelling without your parents! At least if you went with a language travel company... My best friend Johanna and I opted for a language trip by bus - because we'd get to see Paris too!

In Bournemouth, I remember that we were given "weird" food (like bread and butter pudding), that our English was much better than the French language travellers in the same house and that they called home with a "collect call".

Språkresa
My friend Johanna and I at the bus stop in Skåne before departure.

Exchange student in Iceland, 1992-1993

I was never keen on travelling to the US or UK as an exchange student, but when I found out at the age of 17 that I could go to Iceland, I quickly convinced my parents. I ended up staying with a family on Hemön, an island of 5000 inhabitants south of the mainland. I went to high school (where I studied Danish and typing), learnt Icelandic, ate a lot of haddock and partied hard.

Island
Me as 'wise man' in a Christmas play in Iceland in 1992

Iceland again, 1993

Even though I spent almost a year in Iceland, I didn't get to see anything more than Hemön and Reykjavik. I wasn't home for very long before I went back, but this time with my parents. We travelled around here and there looking at geysers, craters and waterfalls. Cool country!

Godafoss
Goðafoss in north-east Iceland

With a pen pal in Germany, 1994

Even though I was studying French, I still said yes to a pen pal in Germany. Why not? During my visit to Bad Bramstedt, near Hamburg, I got to watch dubbed German films, go to a party in the forest and go on an internship with a veterinarian. At my boyfriend's grandmother's house, we had delicious fried Camembert cheeses with raw lingonberries.

Tyskland
My pen friend's boyfriend, the boyfriend's grandmother, my pen friend and me 1995 (19 years old)

Roskilde Festival, 1995

What could be cooler than going to the Roskilde Festival? Days on end of music, beer, unwashed clothes and sleeping on a hard tent floor.

Roskilde
With great friends at a fantastic festival (me on the far left).

When I think back, I have very vivid memories of travelling and excursions, many of which were opportunities to learn about the world and life. Do you also want to give your children the opportunity to have exciting and educational travel experiences? Read more here about how you can earn money for class.

Where did you first travel? What did you like about travelling when you were growing up?

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