Travel is one of the rare experiences that simultaneously expands and distills us. It pushes us outside our comfort zones while drawing us deeper into who we are when no one’s looking. This duality is what makes it such a rich teacher. The road strips away our titles, routines, and labels. In that void, we meet ourselves—not the curated version, but the raw, evolving self.

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.

You start to see how perception shapes everything. "Expat" often conjures an image of floating above — a remote worker sipping cappuccinos under European skies, or a retiree basking under tropical sun. "Immigrant" conjures struggle — grinding, surviving, pushing uphill with everything stacked against you. One word whispers freedom. The other echoes hardship. But life abroad — real life — isn't so neatly divided.

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

Luxury travel exists in a different realm. It isn’t about escape—it’s about experiencing the world without sacrificing comfort. Unlike cruises, it allows for choice. Travelers can stay in stunning hotels and still immerse themselves in local culture. But that depends on how they approach it. There’s a big difference between staying in a high-end lodge while truly exploring a place and never leaving the infinity pool. Luxury travel can be authentic, but it often isn’t. Resort

To truly experience the transformative power of travel, stop treating it as a way to “prove” yourself to others. Travel isn’t about accumulating places; it’s about cultivating experiences that matter to you. Slow down. Let go of the pressure to constantly move on to the next destination.

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