The philosopher Flo Rida once said, “I can’t hate where I’m from, cuz where I’m from made me.” This is surreal. I’m at LAX about to board a flight to South America. I haven’t traveled abroad since I was a little kid. Certainly not by myself to a continent I’ve never been to with languages I don’t speak. Definitely not for two months. This is … Continue reading CA: Leaving on a Jet Plane