Some of my closest friends have crossed the Atlantic with me 11 or 12 times. Ten years ago, I didn’t know their names.
This past June, 34 of my Yonderlust travelers came to Hattiesburg for a weekend. At dinner in the Branch Room at Crescent City Grill, I looked around at people I’d met over meals in Italy, boat rides in Greece, and late-night tapas in Spain.
They were talking, laughing, and catching up. Most of us wouldn’t have known one another if I hadn’t started hosting folks in Tuscany.
