Shooting Star, I didn't go to Europe until I was 50. Went to the UK the first time, but just 2 months later, I went to Germany and Italy (where I had my exchange student in one place and my son in the other to translate). The language stuff doesn't bother me, but traveling was just not something my own family did. They went to the same place, on Cape Cod, every summer, and really did not see why anyone would want to do anything else. My parents took occasional trips to NYC, always around my dad's business trips. After my parents moved away from MA, they did do more exploring, usually by car in Florida, Arizona, and California. My mom never went out of the country, except to Mexico (by car), although my dad did go to Europe and Japan on business. His parents even lived in Florence for several years (my grandfather moved his shoe business there), but we (my mom, brother, and I) never went to visit. In fact, my extended family made fun of people who traveled, as in "why would they want to go anywhere except Massachusetts?" Perhaps this is a hyper version of New England chauvinism, but mostly, they are afraid of doing or experiencing anything different. A few years ago my aunt was at my house, and my DS was showing her pictures he took in Spain after he got back from his deployment there. Her comment was, "It looks like a fairy tale." She couldn't comprehend that there are places like that in the world, that are real.
While I enjoy traveling now, I don't do well with the time zone changes and often get sick either at the beginning of a trip or, more often, when I get home. It's not fun, especially when I've been sick at the beginning of a bike tour, as I was in Prague.