I didn’t plan to cry at the airport, but watching my grandma walk toward the check-in desk in her floral cardigan and brand-new sunhat nearly did me in. She hadn’t been abroad in thirty years. “I don’t travel anymore,” she used to say. “Too old for all that.” I disagreed — quietly, then persistently — until one spring I just booked the tickets.
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