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Every morning, at what feels like the crack of dawn, I make the trek to my familiar metro stop—Manuel Becerra in the Salamanca neighborhood of Madrid, Spain. As I walk half asleep to my platform, I pass the same poster. More than 100 metro trips have…

“I can’t wait for the sheep to die,” my friend confessed, with what can only be described as a sheepish smile. “Every morning when the first call to prayer starts at sunrise, they ‘baa’ right outside my window. But it isn’t cute; they sound like old…

New Zealand is about as far away from Georgetown as you can get. On the other side of the world, the country is known for its isolation both in location and in diplomacy. Am I trying to get away from something? You tell me. Here, I’m staying in…