Tell me I’m wrong. The worst part about traveling abroad is hopping off a long flight to see an infinite line of fellow travelers tip-toeing an inch at a time just to be asked the dreaded question, “what are you doing in ___?”. As simple as it sounds, your trip all rides on this answer. …

It is a thought that lingers in the back of every traveler’s mind as they touch down in a new country. You grab your bags, you see the Customs officers ahead, and for a split second, your heart skips a beat. Did I pack something wrong? Did I miss a new rule?” Check your bag …