It seems that I developed my wanderlust while still in utero. My mother was a British flight attendant for Pan Am, and travel was a part of my life from the time I was an infant. Once my younger brother and I were old enough, my mother would take us to the airport as a recreational activity. We’d sit on the hood of the car, eating long straps of black licorice, and watch the planes take off. I loved the smell of jet fuel.