My passion... I guess?

I absolutely LOVE traveling. With a passion. You'd think growing up in New York introduced me to all kinds of culture and I don't know, maybe it did. There was an Asian lady in my apartment building who spoke Spanish. But not really. I didn't know people actually said "ya'll" in real life until I moved to Arkansas. Except for my aunts and uncles on my mother's side but they all grew up on a farm so I just thought, maybe it's a farm thing! But it's not. And then I went to Jamaica, and I had never had people look at me like I was an  abomination before. I had heard it online, sure. But people actually glared at me for being half white and half black which was super weird. But that's how they were raised and I didn't return the glare so whatever. It was interesting to see their perspective from a secondhand point of view and yes, it was annoying, but it was an eye opener.
But back to traveling. I like traditions, delicacies, and dances. I like accents, architecture, and tourist attractions. I don't like reading about them. I don't like learning every single fact about the country. But I like museums and listening to stories of people who grew up somewhere I haven't. I want to go to Japan and China and compare the customs that everyone thinks are the same or similar but they totally aren't. I want to visit India and experience their famous religions firsthand. I'd love to go to Africa and watch every traditional dance that ever existed. I'd love to go to Europe and see the streets made of water, and actually learn how to do a British accent. I want to go to Australia just to see a Kangaroo really. And I wish I can go to every country in South America and try their delicacies because I hear they're delicious.
No, I don't like people. No, I don't like crowds. But I love airports and flying, which is lucky because I could be one of those people who love to travel but hate flying. Or sailing. I love boats. And yachts. Especially yachts. Yachts are fun. But that's my passion. Right there.