3 Insights That Will Make You Reframe Your World Travels
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Editor’s note: This is a guest post by Danielle LaSusa. I was grateful that the phone cord was not longer. Another six inches and I would have collapsed to my knees on the concrete sidewalk. I might have given up and decided to get a flight home right then and there. Instead, I clung to the receiver of the open-air pay phone, legs buckling, and sobbed to my boyfriend on the other end of the line, eight thousand miles away, while cars and people passed me, unphased, on their morning commutes. I was nearing my third month in my semester abroad in Salamanca, Spain, and I was cracked open. The new people and places, the foreign language, the sensation of being a floating atom, lost in the universe, not knowing who I was or where I belonged — it had all become too much. I cried to my boyfriend, who did his best to calm me down, until I had used up all the minutes on my calling card. Travel to a new country or culture can be hard — strange streets and buildings, new food and people, feeling like an ignorant tourist who can’t figure out which way to the
3 Insights That Will Make You Reframe Your World Travels
3 Insights That Will Make You Reframe Your…
3 Insights That Will Make You Reframe Your World Travels
Editor’s note: This is a guest post by Danielle LaSusa. I was grateful that the phone cord was not longer. Another six inches and I would have collapsed to my knees on the concrete sidewalk. I might have given up and decided to get a flight home right then and there. Instead, I clung to the receiver of the open-air pay phone, legs buckling, and sobbed to my boyfriend on the other end of the line, eight thousand miles away, while cars and people passed me, unphased, on their morning commutes. I was nearing my third month in my semester abroad in Salamanca, Spain, and I was cracked open. The new people and places, the foreign language, the sensation of being a floating atom, lost in the universe, not knowing who I was or where I belonged — it had all become too much. I cried to my boyfriend, who did his best to calm me down, until I had used up all the minutes on my calling card. Travel to a new country or culture can be hard — strange streets and buildings, new food and people, feeling like an ignorant tourist who can’t figure out which way to the