When I travel, I’m not a 60-something grandmother with a free travel pass I am the woman I’ve always been’
There’s something that happens the moment I step onto a train platform, roll my suitcase across an airport floor, or watch a new city come into view through a bus window. It’s subtle, but unmistakable. The world seems to expand—and so do I. Because when I travel, I’m not defined by my age. I’m not…


