In 1972, I practically danced up the aisle toward my seat on a “first ever” international flight. At the time, it seemed I had been waiting forever to see the world beyond America’s borders. That first trip took me and a new husband to London and then on to Kuwait. Uncounted images bounced around my head like a pinball machine run amuck, but I couldn’t have been happier. Different was good. Strange, even better. And so it has been ever since. Each day I am grateful for the places I’ve seen and experienced and the people I have met in over 40 years of travel.