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The other day I was comparing IDs with a group of international friends. The kind of conversation that happens naturally when you live in a city where half the people you know are from somewhere else. Somebody pulled out their Colombian “cédula.” Something on it reminded me of a Philippine national ID I’ve seen. Both of them had the same thing printed right there on the card: blood type.

How obvious. In the case of an accident, the paramedics would not even need to ask. Sometimes the person in the accident can’t respond, even.

I looked at mine. No blood type. Eye color, yes. Green. Height.

They laughed. One of them said the American driver’s license reads more like a dating profile than an emergency document. And they weren’t wrong. Height, eye color, everything you need for someone’s particular attraction, nothing you need to save a life.

If I get in a wreck and lose consciousness, the paramedic who flips open my wallet will know my eyes are green. What they won’t know (what is nowhere on the card) is whether I’m O positive or AB negative, which is the piece of information that determines whether the blood transfusion helps me or kills me.

It’s a small thing. It costs nothing to add. And it’s obvious, the moment someone points it out.

That’s what visiting fifty countries and living in a dozen will do to you. I started keeping a mental tally.

Not of exotic things. Not of things that require a different economy or a different geography or some cultural leap too wide to explain to someone from home. Just things that work. Things that are obvious once you’ve seen them somewhere else, and invisible until you have. A traveler, especially one who stays long enough to actually live rather than just visit, ends up in a strange position: you can see both sets of water. The one you’re swimming in now, and the one you used to swim in. And sometimes the gap between them is so simple, so fixable, so completely without excuse, that you want to write it down.

So I did. This is some of what’s on that list.

Pull a five and a twenty out of your wallet if you’re American. Same size. Same green. The only real difference is a number in the corner. Now consider that almost every other major currency in the world uses different colors and different sizes for different denominations.

Sure, it’s prettier, but also because a piece of money should be able to tell you what it is without reading glasses and good lighting.

And then consider Venezuela. The bolivar has been so thoroughly destroyed by hyperinflation that street vendors collect the bills and weave them into handbags. Actual handbags, sold to tourists, made entirely from currency, because the money is worth more as a fabric than as money. And yet: it is beautiful. Deep purples, warm greens, brilliant reds. Portraits and birds and rivers rendered with real flourish. The design has dignity even as the economy collapsed around it.

Somewhere between the strong-but-lifeless dollar and the gorgeous-but-worthless bolivar, there is a bill that is both well-designed and worth something. Most countries found it.

We haven’t even looked.

In Colombia, much packaged food carries a black octagon on the front. A stop-sign shape, stamped where you can’t miss it. If the product exceeds certain thresholds for sugar, sodium, or saturated fat, it says, in plain Spanish: EXCESO DE AZÚCARES. Excess sugar. No asterisk. No percentage of daily value buried deep in a chart on the back.

Just: stop sign. Chile started it. Mexico followed. Half of Latin America is figuring out ways to battle diseases like diabetes; a food label exists to inform the person buying the food, not to protect the company selling it. The best part: the octagon doesn’t care about your branding. The “healthy” granola bar in the green nature packaging gets busted with the octagon. The “natural” fruit juices get called out. The yogurts with the smiling cow and the mountain stream get it slapped on. The octagon is an equal-opportunity truth teller.

The US has a nutrition label in six-point font on the back of the package that a nutritionist needs to decode. Other countries have a stop sign on the front. Make your own decision, but know the facts. One of those was designed for the shopper. The other one was designed for the lawyers.

Then there’s this: only two countries on Earth allow pharmaceutical companies to buy television advertising time and tell you to ask your doctor about their product. The United States. And New Zealand. Every other developed nation looked at “ask your doctor about…” and said no.

When I go back to the USA, the drug advertisements are a jarring reminder of where I am. Not to mention a small irony of a country waging wars on drugs yet advertising their own. It doesn’t help our case much.

Returning to American TV feels like surfacing from underwater. The first four minutes back in front of the tube: a pill for restless legs, a pill for the side effects of another pill, an actor hired for his soothing voice listing potentially fatal risks over footage of people playing croquet in a meadow. I didn’t notice this growing up. You don’t notice the water you’re swimming in. But once you’ve been out of it long enough, you can’t unsee it.

This is what travel actually gives you, if you let it. Not stamps in a passport. Not a rankings list of best beaches. The ability to see your own country from the outside, clearly, without the fog of familiarity, and ask the question that almost never gets asked at home: does it have to be this way?

Most of the time, somewhere else already answered that question. The answer is usually no. And the solution is usually obvious.

Subscribe to the @edwardeffect YouTube channel because these things are fun visually as well and I’ll be dropping more of the list there.

🇬🇷 Greece - Just ranked #1 in International Living's 2026 Global Retirement Index for the first time in 35 years. The 7% flat tax on foreign pension income and a 7-year citizenship timeline (vs. Portugal's new 10) are driving the move.

🇮🇹 Italy - Emerging as the top pick for American retirees post-Spain: zero-day stay requirement on the Golden Visa, plus a 7% flat tax on all foreign income for retirees settling in small southern towns.

🇻🇳 Vietnam - As of July 1st, all travelers entering, exiting, or transiting must submit a health declaration within 7 days of travel. New Ebola-response monitoring rules now spreading across Southeast Asia.

🇦🇪 UAE (Dubai) - Eased its property-linked residency visa this week: sole owners no longer need to hit a minimum property value, and joint ownership rules have been relaxed.

🇺🇸 U.S. (Inbound) - Starting July 1st, a $750 fee buys a visa interview within 10 days at select embassies. A trial through December. And a clear signal of how backed up the system is.

🇪🇺 EU / ETIAS - Pushed to Q4 2026 again, with full enforcement slipping into early 2027. When it lands, Americans and other visa-exempt travelers will need a €20 pre-authorization before any Schengen entry.

Check your target country’s official immigration page for exact income thresholds and application windows. They move quickly.

Summer reading has rules. One of them is that you're allowed to read something you would never read in October. This is mine.

Dungeon Crawler Carl is exactly what it sounds like. The premise: an alien corporation has been quietly seeding Earth for centuries, and now they're harvesting it. In a single instant, everything man-made on the planet collapses… buildings, sheds, Buckingham Palace, your apartment. Atomized and transformed into a massive underground dungeon that circles the entire globe. The survivors who weren't inside anything when it happened are now players in an intergalactic reality show.

Carl is one of the survivors. So is Princess Donut, his ex-girlfriend's cat. The book is, among other things, about a man keeping a cat alive through the apocalypse. “Save the cat” infinite lives edition.

The genre, new one to me, is LitRPG, fiction that incorporates video game mechanics into the narrative. Carl has a health bar. He levels up. He acquires skills and spells with names like "Hole" and "Backstab." Stats appear on screen mid-story. If you've never played an RPG in your life, this might feel like a foreign language for the first twenty minutes.

There's a surprisingly deepish theme running underneath the carnage about identity and the erasure of the self when in the public eye. Carl and Donut are told early that their best chance of survival is getting followers and favorites. So they have to become something watchable. Something likable. Something the alien audience wants. Sound familiar?

The dystopian setpieces are actually quite good. The safe rooms on the first floor, refuges between the killing, take the form of fast food restaurants and rest areas teleported from Earth's surface: a Peruvian Taco Bell, a fast-food joint with a ball pit, a DMV waiting room. There's a group of thirty elderly nursing home residents being pulled through the dungeon on a makeshift shopping cart train, holed up in a converted Waffle House.

Now: the audiobook. This is not optional. Narrator Jeff Hays, founder and CEO of Soundbooth Theater, is the reason this series has sold over ten million copies. Audiobook sales have surpassed physical and e-book copies, and much of the fanbase first experienced the series via Audible. Hays sounds like a cross between Archer and Ash from Evil Dead. Soundbooth Theater layers in sound design and original music, making the whole thing feel less like an audiobook and more like an experience.

Will I continue the series? Probably not. There are eight books, a ninth coming, and the kind of fandom that has its own wiki with 400 pages of lore. I appreciated the first book as a summer object. But the series commits fully to its genre in ways that will delight some readers and exhaust others.

Universal International Studios and Seth MacFarlane's Fuzzy Door Productions acquired the rights in August 2024. As of this spring, Peacock greenlit it as a live-action series.

If something in here stayed with you, pass it on. The right essay finds the right person. Help it along.

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