I can't put my finger on when it started, but I've always wanted to see more of the world. One of my first tastes of travel was in high school. I lived with a Belgian host family who thought Americans ate ketchup with everything. It took me a while to realize why it was always on the table but no one was using it. Andree had thoughtfully bought a case of it in preparation for my 6-week stay and put it out at every meal.
I was 17 during that first trip abroad and had never been away from home for more than a week. I battled some fierce homesickness and struggled mightily to communicate with a host family that did not speak English. But I learned so much in such a short time. Like teenagers irritating their parents is universal. And that you can be admiring a field of sunflowers in the bucolic French countryside and still lock your keys in the car. Things weren't so different after all. So that's what I need to remember as I prepare for the move to Denmark. 18 days left.
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