For decades I thought I wasn’t religious. Until I realized: my religion is Wanderlust. The temples of my faith are scattered all over the world. They are Babylonian airports and abandoned landing strips overgrown with weeds; bustling city squares and sleepy fishing villages; mountain-top castles and back-alley dive bars, awash in neon lights, lingering smoke and that tingling feeling of déjà vu. The scriptures of my religion come with blank pages. You fill them up yourself, w