I always try and keep a travel journal when I go on a big trip or spend time in a new place. It can be joyous to go back and read what my 17-year-old self felt about being hit by a blanket of heat when arriving in Delhi. Or about how in my first week in Moscow I sat next to a Cossack on a Metro train who was wearing about 20 medals and smiling cheekily. Or a[...]