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But this was one of the pleasures of traveling: you were always allowed to marvel at the incongruities that, when they faced you in your everyday life, say, in the suburbs, you simply rolled right past, thinking, big deal, let's get moving.

"Let go," my dad said. When I looked at him I could see he knew what I was thinking, and in that instant I realized that my dad, and so my mom, knew who I really was.

This was, after all, what travel was for: to see that which so few others did and to carry the memory of that through life, to remember the elsewhere, the otherwise.