The summer after high school graduation, I found myself immersed in a month-long European tour that my grandmother had given me as a graduation present. I celebrated my 18th birthday on a Mediterranean cruise ship, drinking something shockingly blue with fellow graduates, not appreciating how privileged I was. Nor was I aware how deeply the port stops—Naples, Rome, Florence, Marseille, Barcelona, Morocco—would …
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