A life built on movement, curiosity, and the comfort of finding our place—wherever we are.

I’ve spent most of my life traveling, and over the years I’ve done it in just about every way imaginable—fast multi-country runs, guided tours, spontaneous detours, slow local living, and even a full lap around the globe. I’ve slept on straw mattresses in rooms that could pass for chicken coops, and I’ve also enjoyed five-star suites that felt like small worlds of their own. That range—budget when it works, comfort when it matters—has shaped the way I travel. I’m honest; I’m particular, and I always look for the balance where value and ease meet.

These days, my wife and I prefer what we call our plopping itinerary and sojourning. We choose a place and stay long enough for it to feel familiar—sometimes a month, sometimes two or three. We settle into a rhythm: morning walks, neighborhood cafés, museums, markets, unplanned discoveries, and the occasional guided day tour when it feels good to let someone else take the lead. After years of racing from experience to experience, we’ve come to appreciate the deeper comfort that comes from simply being in a place rather than rushing through it.

My wife has been my partner and copilot for more than forty years. She’s also the photographer of our travels—the one who notices the light, the colors, and the small details that keep the memories from fading. We travel with the same curiosity, the same hunger for good food, and the same appreciation for places that welcome us in subtle, meaningful ways.

This blog is where I gather the story of how we travel—past and present. The smooth days, the chaotic ones, the meals that became favorites, the stays that felt right, and the moments that taught us something about the world or ourselves. I travel with a discerning eye, but not a harsh one. If something doesn’t suit me, I simply let it go. I’d rather talk about what worked, what mattered, and what made the experience worthwhile.