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Destinations

Fewer places, more depth. One perfect restaurant over ten mediocre ones. These are the places I know well enough to write about honestly.

Every place on this page is somewhere Lia and I have actually stood — not a list scraped from a guidebook. I've grouped them the way I think about them on the road: by the light, the food, the rhythm of the streets. Start anywhere; each one holds a story I'm still telling.

Africa

Africa humbled every expectation I carried onto the plane. The landscapes run bigger than photographs allow, and the welcomes run warmer than I deserved. I come back for the horizons and stay for the conversations — around fires, in shared taxis, over food I couldn't name. These are the places that recalibrated my sense of scale.

Americas

From the Mexican markets I now call home to the thin air of the Andes, the Americas stretch further than the mind wants to hold. I love the sheer scale here — deserts, glaciers, rainforests, and cities that never quite finish reinventing themselves. Every one of these places rearranged something in how I read a map.

Asia

Asia overwhelmed me the first time and has never quite let go. It's the region where I feel most awake — sharper smells, louder mornings, kindness offered in languages I'll never speak. From Himalayan silence to neon midnights, these are the places that taught me to arrive with fewer assumptions and a much emptier notebook.

Caribbean

The Caribbean taught me that turquoise is a real color and not a postcard exaggeration. But past the beaches, what holds me is the rhythm — the music spilling from doorways, the slow good mornings, islands that each guard their own fierce identity. These are the shores where Lia and I finally learned to do nothing well.

Europe

Europe is where I learned to travel slowly — long train windows, second espressos, afternoons that dissolve into evening. I keep coming back for the density of it, the way a two-hour drive can trade one language, one cuisine, one whole way of living for another. These are the corners that made me fall for the continent.

Middle East

The Middle East is the region most people warned me about and the one that repaid the trust most generously. I've never been fed so well by strangers, never felt so small beneath such old stones. Between desert silence and crowded bazaars, these are the places that quietly dismantled the headlines I'd arrived with.

Oceania

Oceania is the long way from everywhere, and that distance is exactly the point. Down here the landscapes feel freshly made — raw coasts, empty roads, forests that predate memory. I love how the emptiness resets you. These are the places where Lia and I drove for hours just to watch a sky none of the maps had prepared us for.

Pacific

The Pacific rearranged my sense of what an ocean is — less a gap between places than a world stitched together by islands and the people who navigate them. I come to be humbled by water, to eat straight from it, to slow to the pace of the tide. These specks on the map hold far more than their size lets on.