The #1 Thing I Did to Make Traveling So Much Better
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One afternoon many years ago, I dropped my bag in the middle of Prague. I don’t remember where I was heading, but I do recall that it was the first time I’d been alone in the dizzying Wenceslas Square during my semester abroad.
The cerebral palsy I was born with — which makes my legs criss cross and my balance erratic — meant that I couldn’t easily weave between cars, and the cobblestones under my feel didn’t help. Nevertheless, I had to get from one side to the other. And as I got to the final curb, I tripped. My bag flew off my shoulder, landing a couple of paces in front of me. I stood up as quickly as I could to grab my bag off the ground, but coins had already spilled out and a few people ran up and grabbed them. I don’t remember being hurt. I remember being embarrassed and angry.
