he most experienced traveler I knew was by far my (grandmother). She had gone back to Germany several times to visit her family, and she thought nothing of taking long bus trips to see America. She was a tiny woman with the least wrinkled face I ever saw, and she had courage. I guess she proved that when she left behind everything she knew, carrying nothing but a tiny valise, and, by herself, joined a wave of immigrants that. So that’s how I did it, which leads to my story.
