While I used to be called "shy" or "bookish," living in extroverted DC for the past six years has drawn me out of my shell. I love to try new things--through travel, definitely, but even just by reading an interesting book, picking up a new hobby, or meeting someone unexpected on a work trip.
Don't get me wrong, though. While I have a 5-year travel plan including Morocco, Iceland, and Peru, I'm still a bit of a homebody. Even with my trips, I've always gone back to old favorites (Jersualem and Puerto Rico--and always, always home) rather than new ground. Successful trips, successful relationships, and successful hobbies are ones where I feel totally at home. I have four older siblings and two fantastic parents, 16 energetic and gorgeous nephews and nieces.
Some personal favorites: I love the beach (but *hate* sharks), love mangos and popcorn, late night talks with friends, and sleeping in. Singing and performing gives me a thrill. Listening to new (good) music makes me feel like I'm discovering a new traveling companion for the long commutes to work. I love Led Zeppelin, folk rock, and Lord of the Rings (which, admittedly, is not music, but it needs to feature somewhere here). I am trying to get back in touch with my inner introvert and fall in love with books again, but recently I would rather jump at any opportunity to spend time with a friend.
In other people--particularly in people I date--I admire above all else compassion, patience, and engery.