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Growing up, our family holidays always revolved around the beach. Summer meant long days splashing in the sea or, as I got older, stretched out on the sand, soaking up a little too much sun. I assumed that was my travel personality – a certified beach bum. It wasn’t until I started travelling for work in my 20s that I experienced summer from a totally different perspective, swapping flip-flops and swimsuits for hiking boots and a backpack.
My Alpine obsession began in Italy’s Dolomites. I…
