In 2008, Mountain2Mountain launched the Streets of Afghanistan project. After touring the U.S., the exhibit of 29 10×17 photographs now returns to its source.STREETS OF AFGHANISTAN premiered in the remote village of Istalif, on the Shomali Plain north of Kabul.Four years ago, I envisioned a collaborative photography exhibition between Afghan photographers and Western photographers that shared a deep affection for this country.

Most single women avoid traveling alone abroad.I KNOW I DID. Until I got a job that involved traveling alone every month, at which point I had to face the realities of being a single woman traveler.I’ve had to use the men’s room more times than I can count. I’ve been proposed to by a stranger (thanks to a short skirt).

Juliane Huang finds that returning to the USA after two years in Taiwan plays havoc with more than just her skin.It was the summer after college graduation and I wanted to crawl out of my skin and hide. Everyone kept asking, “What are you doing next?” I kept answering, “Living overseas.”I was serious.

Carlo Alcos debunks a travel myth.THERE’S A GENERALLY ACCEPTED NOTION — amongst travelers, at least — that if you travel you will become wise, more knowledgeable, more compassionate, that your mind will open like a lotus flower. From this flows the idea that to travel is to reach for an ideal, a heightened sense of humanness, of becoming more “one” with the world.

Summer ends too quickly when you’re living in the Kootenays of British Columbia.A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO my partner and I headed out on what will most likely be one of the last hikes of the dry season to Gwillim Lakes, a basin located high in the Valhalla mountain range. The days are getting shorter and the nights chillier; too soon it will be time to bust out the snowshoes and toques (that’s beanies for you non-Canadian folk).

WHEN I WAS GROWING UP in New Jersey, my family rented a house on Long Beach Island almost every summer. It was awesome. My grandparents, aunt, uncle, and cousins all came down for all or part of the time, and the whole family spent time together. To find the right digs, my parents would drive down to the island one Saturday during the winter, meet with our LBI realtor, Miss Joan Heart, look at photos in her office, and then drive around looking at houses.