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  • ... on the other side of the world. (At least in winter.)

    December 21, 2008. Mancora, Peru, a surf town about 4 degrees latitude south of the equator. Just a couple of days before, I'd been in northern Sweden, about 63 degrees latitude north of the equator and 400km south of the Arctic Circle. My husband and I had flown down during his school's winter break to spend Christmas with his family -- and to get away from the snow and the long days of darkness.

    As I watched the waves roll in and the fishing boats bob just off Mancora's beaches, I had to laugh aloud with wonder. Somehow I had gone from deepest winter to blazing hot sunshine. Somehow it had never occurred to me that in the southern hemisphere, Christmas was during the summer. We would open our presents while wearing short-sleeves and flip flops.

    This, this is why we travel. To challenge our assumptions. To remind ourselves there's a whole other world out there. To remember that even on the darkest days, somewhere there is sunshine.
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