One sunny day in Madrid, my student’s mother had told me, “I wish I had travelled more when I was your age”. She was clearly content with her life now, but what she said had made me wonder if she had let her fear overtake her when she decided against something she may have wanted. There … Continue reading
There are few things that compare to being truly, truly sick while traveling. Being ill, regardless of location, is a major blow to anyone’s productivity, well-being, and ability to appreciate anything. At least while you’re home, you have the comforts of your own bed and (if you’re lucky) a person to be there to take … Continue reading
