It was a sunny day late in the spring of 1998 when my friend Pierre and I arrived at his parents’ home in Carry-le-Rouet, southern France. We were exhausted from six weeks of travel through India, Italy, Switzerland, Monaco, and France. Traveling through a new city nearly every night had drained our eager bodies and minds. Stopping here was a welcome rest.

Upon arriving, Pierre’s family greeted me with all the hugs and cheek kisses you might imagine from a loving French mère et père (mama and papa). We had finally come home.