By Nancy Xia
Illustration by Mark Weber
Last year, my parents and I smashed our piggy banks and took a two-week vacation to travel from Toronto, Canada, to Paris and Rome.
While boarding the eight-hour flight, my mind was busy setting rules and expectations for this vacation: First, I shall become no more than two shades darker — tanning is not an Asian thing. Second, when confronted with endless food and dessert, I shall practice restraint. It could happen. Lastly, maybe I will meet a “Jack” whom I will die with in a hopelessly romantic, yet no less fatal, maritime disaster.
Read the full adventure at New Mobility.