The Best Souvenir I Ever Brought Home

When I was younger, I thought the best souvenirs were the ones I could tuck into my suitcase.

A hand-painted ceramic bowl from Italy.
A stack of vintage postcards from a Paris flea market.
A linen tea towel from a tiny shop whose name I've long since forgotten.

I still treasure those things. They remind me where I've been and, for a moment, transport me back to another place and time.

But over the years, I've realized the best souvenir I ever bring home isn't something I can hold in my hands.

It's the way travel changes how I see.