ome brands are conceived in boardrooms, incubated in comfort, and launched with capital. Wandering Monkey was none of those things. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t budgeted. It was birthed out of restlessness, isolation, and a whisper of hope that somehow, somewhere, I could make sense of the chaos that had followed me since childhood.

I’ve been traveling across countries, continents, and time zones for more than 25 years. I’ve seen the highs of hospitality and the absolute

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

Women should always be held in the highest regard, not just as second-class citizens, but as the powerful, influential individuals they are.

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

he trail to Cascata do Arado is a scenic one, offering hikers a chance to immerse themselves in the natural beauty of Gerês. As you walk thr