On the road again ...

Rediscovering my wanderlust

Finding my sense of adventure

Over the last 30 years, I’ve travelled millions of miles, and stayed away from home more than half the time. A few years ago, a friend asked me about the nicest place to stay and I replied, “At some point, all hotels are the same. If the bed is good enough, they have coffee and air conditioning, and they’re close to work, then it doesn’t really matter.” With almost a look of pity, she said, “That not really what I meant. But, after living and traveling to some of the most amazing places, your answer is ‘Close to work’?” We went on to talk about the cool cities, hotels, natural beauty, but that first exchange really stuck with me.

Maybe a little jaded Bar Thirst, Oxford, England


It started with miles to burn Quito, Ecuador


Continuous exploring Boracay, Philippinesworld


Finding joy when you can Some island, Philippines drinking