It only just hit me that, oh, I leave for the airport to go to Spain with my sister in a few minutes.
The first time I went to Spain it was like this huge movement and upheaval, but the next time I left the US for another country – to Istanbul, Turkey – it was more like sitting down in a room for 15 hours and then walking out in a new place. It wasn’t a huge upheaval, it was just there. I think that’s when I truly realized that travel had changed me at the core.
I like that a lot. I hope my sister will come to understand the same thing.