When my food arrived, I savored each bite, smiling to myself. I had done it. I was traveling alone, and it was just fine.
The Mindful Humanitarian Traveler
Stories and advice from an aid worker, intrepid traveler, and mindfulness practitioner
The Mindful Humanitarian Traveler
Stories and advice from an aid worker, intrepid traveler, and mindfulness practitioner
When my food arrived, I savored each bite, smiling to myself. I had done it. I was traveling alone, and it was just fine.
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