For me, travel isn’t about running my hands over the walls of the Taj Mahal or zip lining through a canopy of trees in Costa Rica.
It’s the people I have met and yet to meet. It’s the friendships that have yet to unfurl.
While flying from Detroit to Quebec to work on a travel guidebook, I befriended a four-year-old. I know. What could we possibly have in common?
Trick question. We both love pink and purple, paging through the SkyMall and making wide-eyed puppets out of paperbags. Continue reading