Last month, I went on my first ever trip outside of North America.
I’ve described it often, inaccurately, as my first international trip, mainly because the only part of Canada I’ve visited feels more like a long road trip than an international adventure. We’re spoiled, with Vancouver so close by. We were spoiled when my family made the 22 hour drive one summer, stopping at every major city along the way, blissfully unaware of where we’d be sleeping that night. We didn’t even need a passport for that trip.
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