THOUGH I COULD NEVER repay the Maasai who taught me their songs, the Boreh Boys who brought me a new year’s lobster, or the 20-year-old Israeli soldier who showed me the graveyard where his friends were buried, I am compelled to give something back to the communities I visit, especially those in developing countries.
It never feels right to go home to my comparatively charmed life and drop what could feed a far-away friend’s family for a month on a kitschy holiday gift for Great Aunt Rita. This year I found a few ways to double my holiday spirit with give-back gifts that provide that fuzzy feeling and pass it along, allowing Great Aunt Rita to give back too.