I love to experience local cultures. To me that means understanding history, personal stories, official stories, and everything in between. Sometimes, it also means tasting new flavors: spicy, numbing, sweet, stinky --these are the flavors of life and that is why I love to travel -- it is hearing the cricks, the creaks, the birds, buzzards and the sirens. It is smelling the jasmine, the meat braises, the fake roses, the stinky tofu. It is feeling the kindness of people from around the world. It is seeing the world growing smaller. The old meeting the new. The new meaning the same. It is unpredictable. It is sad. It is joyful. It is the way it is. I love it all.