As every child, I've always dreamed of traveling to space, the "Final Frontier." I witnessed the landing on the Moon, back in 1969, and ever since I have been fascinated and captivated by the idea of exploring the cosmos. I just never thought I would actually go there.
I remember the exact moment I knew I'd go. It was June 18, 2003. I was sitting in Starbucks that morning reading The New York Times, as I do every day, when a story about space tourism caught my attention. I read how a company called Space Adventures had taken American Dennis Tito and South African Mark Shutlleworth to space. It was then I realized I wanted to be the next one.
As soon as I got to my office I looked the company up on the Internet. In a matter of no more than three hours, I had already contacted them and paid a deposit to ensure my journey. They called me back the same day and made an appointment to come visit. A week or two later, Eric Anderson, President of Space Adventures, was in my office. He explained all the details involved in this adventure: the training phases, cancellation policies, insurances and such. I learned we both had lots in common. We even went to the same university (University of Virginia). The more I talked to Eric the more I felt I've made the right decision. It'd take me almost three years, though, to make my boyhood dream come true.
The "D-day" was October 1, 2005. The place, Baikonur, Kazakhstan and the Mission that now is part of space exploration history: Soyuz TMA-7.
Feeling the rocket lifting and leaving Earth behind was the best moment of the whole experience. I thought: "Wow, I'm going into space!



