One early afternoon about 12 years ago I took three left turns and two right turns along the dense streets of Hanoi, Vietnam — and promptly found myself unutterably lost. I’d arrived for my first-ever visit to the city after a 24-hour journey from my home in Brooklyn late the night before — and as elegant women wearing conical straw hats pedaled past me on bicycles weighted down by flowers and produce, I stood on a street corner there possessed of no phone, no shared language, no context, no map, no prior understanding, no deep wisdom of the culture I’d found myself in, nothing to fall back on.
I love this! In my mid-forties. Had the privilege of being able to live and travel abroad in my 20s. Once I finish my graduate degree, I look forward to setting aside some funds if possible to tick some more places off my list. Live and love to travel appreciate this globe we all live on.