Traveling's greatest gifts are the people you meet

My family has always loved to travel.

Whether it was camping trips, a road trip to the 1967 World’s Fair in Montreal or a drive to the Black Hills to see relatives, we could put some miles on the family car.

My dad was exposed early to international travelers.

The family farm hosted agricultural exchange visitors from France and India. My dad served in Japan during the Korean War, so he’d seen a far flung part of the world, and befriended a family there who later sent a daughter to live with us one summer.

Traveling introduces you to different areas of the world, but one of the greatest gifts...