The beauty of seeing the world is that, as a consequence, I continually have contact with people who are diametrically opposed to myself; people whose race, colour, and creed make them different to me in every way possible. These foreign environments lead me to interact with people, male and female, that I ordinarily would not have come to know had I stayed in my bubble back in my hometown. I roll in different social circles when I’m abroad, circles that cut across race, class, and economic status lines.