I spent my career in an industry that had gone global long before “globalism” became a buzzword. From the outset, my job kept me traveling all over the world. After 8 years of nearly nonstop international travel I was sent on my first foreign posting. After that, I spent the majority of my career living and working in numerous foreign locations, some of them with memorably powerful aromas.
The upshot of all that foreign travel and foreign postings was that I acquired a visceral feel for the meaning of globalism.
Globalism enriched my life, giving it a texture that would have been lacking if I had spent all those years in the USA. That’s not to imply that globalism was all champagne and cake. It certainly wasn’t. There were terrorist attacks (all of which I managed to dodge despite some close calls), food poisonings, dysentery, lots of petty crime, crooked police, gruesome scenes of poverty, ubiquitous beggars and even lepers to contend with.
But I would do it all over again!
When it’s all said and done, for me it boiled down to this - GLOBALISM:
Exotic Ports! Exotic Women! Exotic Rashes!
And great stories too...