The Moving Mind

On Travel, Beauty, and the Brain That Grows When It Moves

I have a confession that took me twenty years to understand.

For the better part of two decades, I spent serious money on travel. Not on handbags or interiors or status. On movement. Every three months, sometimes more frequently, I had to go somewhere new. Lisbon. Paris. Rome. Venice. Lake Como. Warsaw. Berlin. Munich. Cologne. Amsterdam. Copenhagen. Sto…