Wanderess,
With your worn through soles and curious grin, trust me when I say you are not alone. The journey rests upon your skin in scars and in...
10 Ways to Travel Further, Longer and Happier
10 Ways to Travel Further, Longer and Happier When I was twenty years old I left school, bought a backpack and caught a one way flight to...
Rewilding
In this year of Rewilding my heartbeat dances it’s crooked feet from here to there laughing and crying and holding to those I swear are...
Playa de Los Patos
#caribbean #dominicanrepublic #sea #wander #wayward #santodomingo
The Art of Leaving.
If you had told me at eighteen how far these feet would have traveled by twenty three, I wonder if I would have believed you. I also...
Down Below.
From down here the colors mix and the clouds swirl and everything seems a bit more plausible. We are leaving our backpacks behind to...
Lost Girls.
We rode yellow bicycles with avocados in brown metal baskets as the sun baked our skin to match the dusty dirt path. At the cenote fish...
Roots.
Years before a computer program determined Cancun to be the ideal vacation spot for Americans looking to spend their week long holidays...
By Way of the Night Sky.
We sailed into Havana under a clear sky and within hours it was both everything I could have imagined and nothing you could ever have...
A Gypsy Wind.
Two and a half years ago I walked up to my boss, quit my job, and set out on a journey across the U.S. the following day. The road led...
