During my recent family vacations to Europe, as we hoped in and out of plans, trains and automobiles, I took some time to reflect on what travel has meant to me and my family.

I remember a summer trip with my parents and 8 siblings from our home in Georgia to the nation’s capital, Washington, DC. In 1960’s America we traveled in our packed station wagon through southern states that had laws in place that allowed refusal of services to families like mine… (Read more)