About Susan Decoteau-Ferrier, The Gen X Traveler.

Much of my motivation for starting GenXTraveler was my frustration with being between 35 and retirement age but only finding sites written by and for the very young or for the older crowd. Where does that Gen X? Where does that leave my entire generation–Generation X?Headshot 2

I didn’t have the luxury or even the drive to backpack across the US or Europe in my 20s. Did I miss my chance? Am I supposed to wait until I am 65 or 70 before going out to experience other cultures and see the globe?

That doesn’t sit well with me. Even worse is the idea that this might be my lot.

I have to admit, I am on the older end of the Gen X spectrum but by all definitions I am part of the MTV crowd. The late 80s to mid-90s was a time of change for me. I finished college became what I considered a responsible adult, bought a house and married my best friend, Bill. IMG_4991

I had done a little traveling up to that point; a family camping trip throughout most of the US as a kid, a extended-family cruise to the Caribbean in my late teens, a trip to Canada and one to Acapulco in my 20s.

Bill and I found time to travel a bit during those early years. We did our traveling exclusively in the US. We fell in love with New Orleans, LA and that became an every year trip for a while as did our summer stays in Cape Cod, MA and Cape May, NJ. Naval Yard Bermuda 002

In 2005, I surprised Bill with a cruise to the Caribbean. (He recalls it a bit different.)This became an annual event. Bill and I both love the water and cruising gave us the opportunity to visit many places, even if only for a short time.

After several cruises to the Caribbean and Central America we were getting the itch to go beyond North America. A spark had been lit.US and Mom

In all fairness, my Mother dying at 65 (my Grand mother and father both lived beyond 96) took what was a smoldering embers to a full-blown fire under my ass.

Shortly, after my Mother’s death I took my first trip overseas; solo. I went to Egypt in the midst of their Arab Spring. Once I did that I felt I could go nearly anywhere.

My Mom had the travel bug. When I travel I feel like I am honoring her memory. When I see things she never saw I think how much she would have loved it. And I imagine, if there is life after death how thrilled she is that I caught the bug.

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