I travel because it makes for good stories, even the bad experiences. Especially the bad experiences. How could I ever forget being on a converted fishing boat in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with seven people I couldn’t stand and mice that ate through everyone’s luggage? Or camping in Africa where the only possibility for dinner one night was … Read More

I travel because deep within me burns an insatiable hunger to try new things. I’m an experience junkie. When traveling it’s impossible to know exactly what will happen, who I’ll strike up a conversation with, what I’ll learn, what trouble I’ll get into. New places often surprise and delight me in unpredictable ways. In Barcelona, my hotel was right on … Read More