Travel Lessons: Home Again
The trip westward across the Atlantic went a lot smoother than the eastward trip five weeks ago. I’ve learned to travel better. My new rolling luggage worked like a charm. And I’ve (almost) mastered the mantra: “Don’t just do something. Sit there!” Travel, I’ve learned, involves lots of waiting, which for me involves lots of recorded music, contemplation, and reading. After exchanging my British coins for folding money, I left the hostel around 0600 London time and walked to the
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