'He who speaks no foreign language,
does not know his mother tongue'

I sometimes get a mild chuckle out of people who belittle the notion of travelling great distances to "discover oneself". If one were to grow up in some compact community, such as South Lyon, MI, in the '50s, where everyone knew everyone else and the whole community was the whole universe, one wouldn't necessarily know where one ended and the rest of the community began. If one then traveled to, say, San Francisco in the '60s and then on to Morocco in the '70s and beyond, only then would one begin to understand who or what oneself was.