It is oppressively sunny, blaring, glaring. I’m in the upstairs living room with heat streaming in the rows of windows, sitting compressed under the heavy air, bleary eyed, frantically hunched over the computer, disheveled.
Not in my country: From across the Pacific. With timeless words from Freya Stark. And some links.
Travel, if done thoughtfully, makes us feel more like citizens of the world rather than being defined by the perimeter of one country’s borders. Borders are irrelevant to my concern for the well-being of humanity. But the serious threats now facing progress, rights, and equality in my adopted country, the United States of America, have…