For the past week, I've been living on the road. It's been nearly seven days of driving up and down Interstate 5, blasting political podcasts, eating dried mango by the bag and absorbing views of the Oregon and California coasts from my forever dust-sprinkled windows.
Read MoreThai Moments—Meeting Aree
I met Aree in the small restaurant she owned in Bangkok. I had just hopped out of a yellow-green taxi and rushed through the restaurant's doors, a burst of hot air trailing me. I smelled like sweat. Traveling for 23 hours will do that to you, and my deodorant was lost somewhere in the recesses of my carry on.
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