I love traveling. It’s not just the amazing food and beautiful places and fascinating cultures – I love the history I learn through traveling. History that comes alive in crawling inside the pyramids at Giza, or scampering over temples at Angkor, or standing in awe at the sight of a 1,000-year-old cathedral in Europe.
But there’s a dark side to that history as well. I will never forget my first day in Cambodia seeing Tuol Sleng prison and discovering the horrors of Pol Pot’s reign. It was a history I had been completely unaware of up to that point in my life. Or the history I learned in Bangladesh looking at pictures of emaciated refugees in the famine of 1974, and realizing just how bad it could get when there were few organizations ready to help.