A few years ago my parents came to visit me for Christmas. After walking around Washington DC for a couple of days visiting museums and monuments it was time to fly down south for a two-week Caribbean cruise. As an immigrant, I don’t get to see my family much, maybe once or twice a year, if I’m lucky. We don’t get to celebrate every birthday together, and often around holidays we only see each other on a screen (thanks FaceTime) My parents have traveled a…