I look at these pictures, and I find myself audibly catching my breath. I think of what a trip of this magnitude must mean to someone on the cusp of middle school, for a boy who will soon be learning about all the places he just saw, how much more his social studies, geography, and literature classes are going to mean, of the anchors he will now have.
The world just got bigger and–paradoxically–much smaller.
He will never be the same.
This was not a tour. Not a vacation.
It was an adventure . . . and the beginning of his education.