Last month, when I traveled to the DC Metro area and NYC, I was occasionally conscious of being an out-of-town guest. When we travel, we don’t know our way around as well as everyone else. We enter and exit the Metro (subway/tube/other) less swiftly. We hesitate. We fumble with maps and directions (and smartphones claiming to provide directions). At home, when I encounter the hesitaters and fumblers, sometimes I am kind, sometimes impatient. It is good to travel and be reminded of how sweet and lovely hospitality can be. Perhaps, we are the ones to grant mercy to travelers.