The other day I spent some days at the sea. Not any sea – but the place where I was born. I left it behind when my parents divorced and have only returned for holidays since. 575 more words
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We tend to fight when we travel.
Which is unfortunate, because we really like to travel.
I don’t know if it’s the accumulated stresses of hurtling through the sky in an aluminum tube at 28,000 feet, navigating the wonders of baggage claim, driving in an unfamiliar city, or simply finding a place where my gluten and lactose intolerant wife can eat, but we both become… 2,693 more words