My family went to France when I was 14. I fell in love with the country. I am not sure if my Dad realizes that my traveling is directly related to that experience. He worries when I travel, in the US or abroad. He probably can't make up his mind which is more dangerous. 

Back to to my first love. The food was wonderful. Every bite was bursting with flavor and was intensely what it was supposed to be. Cheese, smooth and creamy; pastry, light flaky and fruity; smoked duck, meaty and smokey. 

The countryside with rolling hills of smallish scale agriculture and the cities full of cafés and stylish people. 

It was familiar but foreign. I have been back a couple times since then and France will always have a place in my heart as first loves do.