One of the saddest developments I’ve witnessed is the increasing need to label everything — every traveler, every experience, every identity. Instead of coming together under the beautiful shared banner of exploration, we divide ourselves by race, gender, and background, as if those distinctions define our worthiness or experience as travellers. This fragmentation is not empowering; it’s limiting.

Beyond the First Step When you leave your home behind to live abroad, nobody really prepares you for how the world will try to define...

For those of us who live on the road, family is not a fixed entity—it is fluid, boundless, ever-evolving. We are pieces of every person we h

How We’ve Forgotten That Solo Travel Isn’t New Traveling alone is as old as humanity itself. For thousands of years, people have wandered i

After a wonderful few years in Mazatlan I felt it was time to move on and nestled on the Pacific coast of Baja California Sur, Todos Santos

Now, as for my personal preference, I must confess a deep affection for sunrises. There's a profound significance in greeting the dawn—a tim

My journey with the ocean began in the innocence of childhood, seated in a small boat alongside my late grandfather, venturing into the vast

Havana, the capital city of Cuba, is a place where history, culture, and vibrant energy converge. From the welcoming and humble nature of...

When I tell people I lived in Sinaloa I can see their brain working overtime and the first thing that comes from their mouths is the...