The first time I traveled overseas was in fourth grade. My mom, dad, sister and I went to Iraq for a couple weeks (where I met/saw my grandparents for the first time). After that we spent a week or so in Europe, in Switzerland, Luxembourg and just a tiny part of Germany. I discovered Gruyere. There are some sweet pictures of me in Iraq wearing a California Raisins sweatshirt.
That was all it took. I was forever changed. That one trip made it impossible for me to imagine a life without travel. It's so much a part of who I am that I start to lose myself if I go too long without a change in geography. I get stir crazy.
I am so deeply an aesthete that I am enraptured almost anywhere. Throw in the spontaneous beauty of travel and it becomes almost too much = just enough.