I didn’t grow up a world traveler. The Midwest is where I dug my roots and the closest I ever got to “wanderlust” were the summers I spent at my grandparent’s house in Monongahela, PA. Don’t get me wrong. I was not raised in a bubble. My parents exposed my brothers and I to art and culture and food and educational experiences- more so than most. But we were never a family that took exotic vacations. It wasn’t within our means and our focus was experiences (think art camp and jazz performances) over locations. That is…