Anyone who knows me will attest that I am fundamentally a city person. Having lived in New York City on and off for over 30 years, my instincts are well-honed and distinctly urban. I can emerge from the subway and my sense of direction is intact. I know the most likely corners on which to catch a taxi during rush hour. My knowledge of animals is limited to the best kinds of pets for apartments.
So, when I recently found myself on safaris in Zambia and Botswana, I was out of my element. Unending open space. Myriad shades of green. Where do you even begin to look?
It was disorienting.