JUST THE FACTS

NAME: Rebecca “Reb” Stevenson
AGE: 30
HOMETOWN: Parksville, British Columbia, Canada
FAUX UK HOMETOWN: Lewes, East Sussex
CURRENT CITY: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
EDUCATION: Carleton University, Ottawa (Bachelor of Journalism, 2000)
DOESN’T TRAVEL WITHOUT: Earplugs
FAVOURITE TOURIST TRAP: Pompeii - great death factor
MOVIE: Anything by Cameron Crowe
SONG: Holiday Road by Lindsay Buckingham (obviously)

REALLY EMBARRASSING CRUSH: Larry David
LIKES: Grandfather clocks, musical montages in films, Mac Computers, quirky hotels, Reese Peanut Butter Cups, Flip Cameras, pretending to love running.
DISLIKES: Running.

TRAVEL PHILOSOPHY:
I miss childhood.
Santa still existed. A Mr. Freeze could make an entire day. And there were really cool lunchboxes.
But furthermore, have you ever witnessed a kid get wide-eyed over a bug, a puddle, or dust hovering in a stream of sunlight and think to yourself: "wow, how did I go from being THAT lively creature to a cynical grump who needs a bottle of red wine and a Jude Law movie to even get a pulse happening?"
I guess that's why I love to travel, because it takes me back to that state of wonder when every sight, taste and smell (good, bad, fish market in the sun, etc) is a feast for the imagination.
Sometimes repetition tugs at us like a heavy, relentless anchor. And we might wonder whether our mental playroom is empty now.
Heck, no!
Just ask the kid you used to be. You can find him or her OUT THERE.