Thirty three years ago, my boyfriend at that time and I decided we wanted an adventure. I was 22, he was 27.   We were both from the East Coast….I had traveled some in my young years because my father and stepfather were in the Navy……he had spent his entire life in Virginia.  I was from the coast, he was from the Piedmont area.  We met while working together at a hotel in Williamsburg ~ at that time known as the Best Western 1776.  He was a waiter, I was a desk clerk.  We met….dated….and fell in love.  After a period of dating, we moved in together and planned our adventure.  We saved and…