They make you say you visited. A statue from Mirabell Gardens in Salzburh, Austria. But did you really?… You do it for status. You become better and more human and more qualified than the rest of the world when you visit a country, twice if two, immense if more, and a god if a dozen. But all you did was glance at it like something interesting, before snapping your selfie. Did you learn anything? Did you culture yourself? Did you feel the life around you? Did you pause an

I swayed on the bench, hunching forward to stare at the plain, sand-colored wood floor. Nausea both from exhaustion of having gotten lost last night—not getting to our apartments till one in the morning—and from rushing to hurry to the Vatican—that would not even let us in properly (it is a pdf, guard!)—were taking their toll. Fifteen of us crowded the white bench before the staircase to the chapel. The most infamous one. The Sistine Chapel. Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel (15

I was more ready to go back home, than to go home. I sulked at the pillar at the other side of the terminal, waiting for the Flyaway Bus. As much as I did not really want to go back to home, with tasteless cement boxes for houses and food with more fluff than filling, at least I was no longer on seven hours of dehydration in a plane bouncing on air. Yet it felt like I had left a home at the same time. LAX I was not the only with the same sentiment. The bus came. Luggage wa