İpek Akol
I started traveling with my family when I was young. While traveling, I would see my mother constantly writing something in her diary. As I got older, I said, “Why don’t I write my own notes?” and while I was leaving my footprints on earth, I started recording all my moments down to the date and time. Thus, I meticulously kept notes of every moment I visited, saw and was impressed by. The more I kept notes, the more I realized that I enjoyed my trips. Despite the frequent trips I made, my passion for traveling never faded. On the contrary, it grew more and more each time. I researched the countries that caught my attention, gathered information about the places to see and said for my next trips, “I will definitely see these places one day.”
My travel adventure, which started with trips to Turkey, accelerated with a trip to America when I was only 9 years old. In the same year, I went to Europe, the Far East when I was 11, and America again when I was 13. Despite my young age, I saw places that many people dream of. I gained experiences with incredible beauty. Finally, as the years followed each other, I had the chance to visit a total of 46 countries on 4 different continents.
There are many different languages, religions and races in the world. Each one is a different world and beyond the windows that open to these worlds are different cultures. My desire to get to know the cultures and traditional foods of the countries has never diminished. On the contrary, this desire has grown every time as I traveled and saw and added to myself. My horizons have expanded and my vision has increased.
While my philosophy of life has been this for years, there was always the same thought in the back of my mind: “One day, I should write down all my travels in a book...”
I'm on the road again... Sitting by the window on the plane, watching the sunset, I'm so excited to add another new country to my soul and memories...
And suddenly I fall asleep...
This thought must have been imprinted in my mind because in my dream, I see myself putting all my travel memories that I have written so far into a book and I wake up with a sudden turbulence. “Yes, I definitely have to do this,” I say and finally, I start writing my first book and putting all the memories that I have jotted down so far into pen.
I write, write and write... The pages keep increasing and I start to think that something is not exactly as I wanted it to be. I turn to myself and ask: "Why don't I turn my travels to each continent into separate books?"
And I decide to start with the American continent, which impressed me the most during my travels. By writing my American travels step by step, I am adding my writing journey to my life.
