How traveling alone from a young age fueled my independence
Accessibility: Antonia is leaning against a fence and smiling at the camera. Behind her is a beach. Her pink-handled cane is also resting against the fence next to her. I feel like in this blog I have spoken about how anxious I get going to new places, how my cane makes me feel more secure and how going to new places alone is not fun. As I am siting on a train headed to the airport by myself, I realize that all these things don't mean I am not independent or that I don't enjoy my independence. In fact, I love my independence! Growing up in a small town in rural Spain, I was able to walk anywhere I needed to go so, since a really young age, I didn't need rides to get to my destination. The thing was that the town was small and I knew it like the back of my hand. Most of its 6,000 inhabitants also knew me and had some idea of my vision impairment -even if they didn't understand what it meant. For as long as I can remember (and this is still somewhat true t...