So there I was, wiping boogers in the middle of Mexico (no they weren’t mine), when I realized that I was in the midst of the most immersive travel experience I’ve ever had. There’s clearly more to the story, but when it boils down to it, this is basically a tale about how volunteering in Mexico changed my mind about, well, Mexico. I had made a pretty airtight pact with myself that I’d never return south of the border. It might’ve…
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I had visions of a fairytale-esque romance, a glorious wedding somewhere in my twenties, a couple of kids, and a solid career I loved. I was, of course, eleven, but still. I knew all…