Where have you travelled? This is the question that always （come）up after each holiday. I remember being particularly embarrassed about this when （surround）by those who'd explored many countries. That's not to say I'm not interested in those places, but my preferred mode of travelling has always been focusing more on makes me happy. I'm content to explore closer to home and to trade passport stamps for joy of finding a spot I should know about and yet have never seen before. A favorite moment in my day can be （walk）down a new street and realizing that, while I have lived here 12 years, there are still little corners lie undiscovered. There are a million （story）waiting to be discovered on your own road, so why do we regard them as （important）than those that can only be heard after an eight-hour flight?
Travelling experiences （rich）life. It's very nice to go travelling, but it's so much nicer to come home.
