We were blessed to have lived in Paris for 3 months, since my dad and his fellow painters held an exhibit in Galeries Lafayette. At 3 years old, I was the usual kaladkarin. I just had to keep up. My folks always told me that I didn't enjoy being carried by either of them while traveling, except on those times when my cuteness (cuteness?!?! haha joke lang) cannot be seen in the photo. I would rather pull my mum or dad's luggage, or sit on one while they pull it than be carried around! One of my dreams at 2 1/2 feet was to be a bell boy/bell girl/bell bottom. ;)
Channeling my traveling munchkin face. Haha. Strike a pose!
Channeling 1) my traveling munchkin "say cheese" face, or 2) my under-aged old hag face singing "Feed the Birds" a la Mary Poppins! The woman beside me is me, 20 years later. Haha. Kidding, mum!
Music on the streets with my dad and his co-artist Rafael Pacheco, and my "ang bigat naman nito!" (This is so heavy!) face.
Mum and my "I have a new talent" face!
The Notre Dame, mum, and me (the Gargoyle).
The Eiffel Tower
The carousel with the feather duster horse and the boy with his "Ohhh aaaahhhh don't touch meeeee!" face. Haha.
My friends and my "Tatay bakit hindi kami umaandar?" (Dad, why aren't we moving?) face.
It was also my first trip abroad. As a kid, I never really expected anything to come out of the trip, save for the memories of Euro Disneyland and wearing a thick jacket in a cold country. I didn't know that years later, I would look back and realize that if I hadn't been exposed to another culture at a young age, or experienced part of what the city of lights had to offer, traveling would've been just another fad to me.
Needless to say, I've grown up considering traveling an important part of my life. I have film cameras, memories, and more than a decade's worth of photo albums to thank for that.