I caught the travel bug early and, clearly, it stuck. I’ve lived in six countries on three continents and visited several dozen others. I speak German, rusty Italian, a bit of Thai and Mandarin, and am fluent in pantomime. It all started when I became a Princeton in Asia fellow after graduating from Wesleyan University. One trans-Pacific flight later I found myself in the middle of China with two overstuffed suitcases, a feeble command of chopsticks, and not a single word of the local Wuhanese dialect.