Do you remember your first big trip? I do. It was back when I was in my early 20s. A kind person had gifted me a flight to San Diego from Belgium to visit a close friend. It was my first long-haul flight and my first time in North America. As we approached land, I could see fishing boats off the Canadian coast. I wondered what was on their minds as they went about their daily lives. That week…

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