A year of giving: My #ten4tues project

Sometimes my travel recollections are less memories and more hauntings. I'm haunted by a legless beggar in Nepal who chased me around a stupa swinging wildly at my legs with a stick. I'm haunted by the smile of an orphan in Guatemala. I'm haunted by the smell of a dump in Cambodia.

I never know what will trigger a travel haunting. The other day I was speaking at a high school in San Francisco and another one surfaced.

I was in the village of Matlab in Bangladesh. My translator, Dalton, was...