I feel that most of the time when traveling, it becomes a race.
Who can make it to the most museums?
Who has the best stories?
Who has the most stamps on their passport?
I cannot lie and say I have not gotten caught up in the game at some point.
The best part of this particular trip was taking a step back and letting the hares of the world take this one while the tortoise (that would be me) slowly strolls to the finish line.
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