s our Virgin Atlantic flight circles Sydney, Australia, the 8-year-old boy in front of me and I press our foreheads against our respective windows to catch a glimpse of the city. It is a sunny day, and the scalloped roof of the Sydney Opera House gleams, as does the Sydney Harbour Bridge. The boy and I, who are strangers, bond over our mutual excitement as we touch down on the runway. He is there with his parents to visit family, while I had traveled across the Pacific Ocean for a work conference. … More Rainy Day in Sydney, Australia