Why travel teaches us how to be kind

I jolted up in bed. Retching. It was 4 am on the morning of my 30th birthday and all I could hear was the unmistakable sounds of someone being sick. Vomit. Heaving. Convulsing. Choking. Jumping up, racing to open the bedroom door, I saw my 9-year-old golden retriever leaving neat piles of regurgitated seaweed on the cream Air BnB carpet. Happy Birthday! After a brisk pre-dawn walk, soapy hot water and sympathy scolding, I was back in bed. Unknowing, the events were foreshadowing the rest of the celebrations to come on the 1st day of my 30th year. Travel has taught…

View Post