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Last year, I went on date to see the movie Kedi at The Music Box here in Chicago. Kedi, in Turkish, simply means "cat," and the film documents the cats in Istanbul who rule the streets and seem, all at once, to belong to everyone and no one. (You can watch the movie here.) The documentary hit a sweet spot for me because, well, CATS, but also because I had spent a month of my travels in Istanbul and around Turkey and remembered fondly all of the cats I saw everywhere while there. There were cats in the streets, cats in...

Sometimes I feel a bit jaded when it comes to travel. I see amazing things every day but then the amazingness turns to mundane. Places I go don't live up to the image I have in my head or to places I've already been. I forget to appreciate things for what they are. I forget to appreciate this amazing life I've been able to forge for myself. After hitching a ride from Copan to San Pedro Sula and grabbing a chicken bus on which a man questioned why a girl who barely speaks Spanish was traveling alone in Honduras, I checked...