The Journey Begins

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 “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”

St. Augustine

Me in Lisbon, Portugal 2019

No Limit Travel – First Blog Post

Welcome to my first blog post for my upcoming travel agency, No Limit Travel.  You must think I’m crazy to start a travel business during the worst economy since the great depression. But I know the travel industry will bounce back because people love to travel and so do I. 

So, whom am I? My name is Delmaria Settles, my friends call me Dellie and so can you.  After all, I think we will be friends as we share our travel adventures.  I was born and raised in Anchorage, AK.  I’m the youngest in the family, often referred to as the baby.  I am an aunt of many nieces and nephews.  I lived in Alaska for 29 years and during those years I traveled within in Alaska and outside of Alaska. Although I have a degree in Human Resources, my background is in banking and fraud.  How did I switch to travel? It all started in 2014 when I booked my first cruise to Italy.  But more on that later. 

I started traveling with my family at a young age. First to the cities in Alaska that we could drive to and then to the lower 48.  The ‘lower 48’ is a phrase that Alaskans use when referring to the contiguous 48 states.  I don’t have a preference of travel mode, whether it’s by car, train, plane or ship, as long as I’m traveling, I’m happy.

Why am I blogging? My love for travel and the obstacles I face as a traveler who needs assistance traveling.  I have arthritis in both of my knees and traveling can be challenging.  The travel industry is not designed for people with special needs but has come a long way.  And it continues to work on the issue. After all, people who need assistance or with special needs add millions of dollars to the travel economy each year and since we usually travel with a companion, that is more money for the travel industry. I’ve gotten off-topic.  I do not let the arthritis stop me from traveling, and your special needs shouldn’t stop you from traveling.

Traveling is for everyBODY.  Arthritis does not affect me walking altogether, it affects how fast and how far I can walk. I did not need wheelchair assistance until 2015 when I went to DC to see my best friend.  On the way back, I asked for wheelchair assistance at Dulles after remembering the long walk when I landed. I’m a prideful person and it took a lot for me to ask for assistance.  Asking meant swallowing my pride and feeling embarrassed.  But I asked and I’m glad I did. I no longer feel ashamed when asking for wheelchair assistance and no one else who needs assistance should feel ashamed either.

I will be blogging about the best way for travelers who need assistance or travelers with special needs should go. I also will be discussing the different travel adventures I’ve taken in the past and in the future.  I also want to hear from you, regardless if you need assistance or not, about your travel adventures. After all, traveling is for everyBODY!

The first memory that I have of traveling is when I was 5 years old in 1970. I was traveling to Texarkana, TX to go to school for a year. I was in kindergarten.  The schools in Alaska couldn’t keep up with the population growth of Anchorage. My school had three sessions of kindergarten: morning, afternoon, and late afternoon. My session was in the late afternoon and I would get home at 7:00 in the evening. My mom didn’t want me getting home that late so she decided I would go to Texas and live with my grandparents and go to kindergarten there. I was not going alone though.  My sister K was going with me so I wouldn’t be alone. 

On the day of the flight I remember being excited to be flying for the first time and going to see my grandparents.  This was my first trip to the lower 48 and school was the furthest thing from my mind. All I could think about was the plane and seeing my grandparents, (Grandpa and Big Mama). As I walked onto the plane holding my mom’s hand (Something I did well into my 20’s) I wondered how something so big and heavy could fly. (That thought is still with me every time we take off).  I sat in the middle seat with my feet dangling, my sister K on the right of me and my mom on the left. And we were off to Texas. I do not remember if we flew non-stop or stopped in Seattle to change planes. The strongest memory I have about the flight is placing a piece of gum in a lady’s purse who sat in front of us and then laughing about it with K. I have no idea why I did that, but it wouldn’t be the last thing I would do and have no idea why I did it. 

When I think back on that trip, I had no idea the love I would have for traveling, let alone flying. I still get excited when I get on a plane, the butterflies are there, getting settled on the plane, the things I have to take with me when I fly and going through my flight ritual.  (I will get to that later).  The silence of the plane when it takes off, watching the attendants or the screen go over safety features just in case we have to make an emergency landing. I remember one time I joined in pointing at the exit doors.  (Again, doing something I have no idea why I did it).  That was just the first of my many travels. 

Do you remember the first time you traveled?  Where did you travel to?  Did you travel by car, plane, train, or ship? Please leave a comment about the first time you traveled, I would love to read your stories.


Next blog: Summer of 1973, family vacation.

Chiesa della Salute
Venice, Italy
Monaco Grand Canal Hotel
Venice, Italy
A building in Venice on the canal.
It shows how high the water can rise.

Published by nolimittravel2020

I love to write and travel, now I have put the two together. I am very excited about what the future holds and more excited to help you with your travel needs.

10 thoughts on “The Journey Begins

  1. The first time I remember traveling was as a child visiting my dad in Atlantic city, NJ. He would pick me up and we would travel back by bus. Once and a while my mom would drive me.

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    1. Traveling by car is one of my favorites. If you see a place you want to explore all you have to do is stop the car and see it. Or if you change your mind in the middle of trip you can just like that. Driving there are a lot of forks in the road. Take as many as you can.


  2. I remember the year you went to school in Texarkana – I wanted to go to. I remember walking down that dusty southern road from big mama’s house in the hot sun to get an orange soda.
    We are so proud of you Dellie! Traveling is in our families blood, our grandpa Tim used to work on the train line I’m told.
    For me my fondest memories were childhood summers spent watching big mama snap peas on the back porch or swimming with my dad in Montego Bay, Jamaica.
    You have seen way more of Alaska than I ever have.
    My last great trip 2 years ago took me to Mazatlan where I left my heart & long to be.
    Something about water gently touching the sand & hearing the waves while looking out over an endless horizon has always brought my soul peace & tranquility.
    Growing up in Alaska and being raised with deep southern values gave us a unique perspective of the world.
    We are so happy to watch you share your thoughts with the world!

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    1. Thank you Gina. You traveled a lot as a child. I remember your family going to Jamaica? Or somewhere like that a lot. I snapped many peas Big Mama and ran from that dog Queenie. Grandpa did work on the railroad. I love the train as well. I have a story for that also. 🙂 I’m looking forward to sharing my past and upcoming experiences with everyone.


  3. Nice job, Delmaria! My first travel memories were family trips to the mid-west, the Grand Canyon or other notable US landmarks. The first time I left the US was when I went to Spain in 1986!

    Looking forward to your future posts!

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  4. Great story, Dellie. I guess my first trip would be via car from Eugene to Four Corners then San Fran. I was 16 months old and caught the measles. Each city stop was spent at the ER as they worked to keep my temperature down. But my parents went through their travel itinerary nonetheless. LOL.


    1. Jenny, I’ve never been to the four corners but it is on my bucket list. I have to stop traveling to Europe first. That must have been a horrible trip for you. I can’t even imagine.


  5. What a lovely and well written first blog:) can’t wait to read more posts of yours Delmaria. My first trip was leaving home to come to the US. California being the first stop & home for the past 20 yrs. A great many travels since but then as you know finally visited home in 2020. So glad I did before the craziness descended on us. Anyways this is a great concept & I am so proud of you for following through on your passions & dreams & starting something so ingenious and innovative. Wishing you the best always,
    Your friend, Tanzi


    1. Thank you Tanzi, I appreciate your kind words. I can only imagine how your felt leaving your home to come to unknown place. I’m glad you got to go home and I hope you can visit more often.


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