...I just returned to the US after spending a year in China. Unsurprisingly, it was transformative—as travel often tends to be. And as that year began, I knew I wasn’t heading into a serene, picturesque vacation. There would be no top-notch wine, no quaint seaside cottage stays. There would be bodily fluids on the streets, random power outages and pork shavings in everything (everything). And that was okay. I knew that the discomfort would be intermingled with plenty of debauchery and adventure, and I was ready for some boundary-stretching, some comfort zone-breaking... Read More...