Sun, salt air, and the early signs I was never meant to stay put.
Landscapes that make you question every boring choice you’ve ever made.
Cozy, calm, and suspiciously good for the nervous system.
Pictures don’t do it justice. Humans are tiny. The canyon is not.
A multi-country sprint fueled by walking, wonder, and a love for music.
Returning to Iceland is not “repeating a trip.” It’s called having taste.
Coffee, moody skies, and a city that looks like it listens to indie music on purpose.
Wild, massive, and humbling. Also: animals do not care about your plans.
The most beautiful place I have ever visited
Mountain town energy: cozy, bold, and slightly too pretty to be legal.
Ocean on one side, cliffs on the other, and me acting like the main character. Driving the Pacific Coast Highway solo from San Francisco to San Diego. This was one of my first big solo trips and it was wonderful.
High altitude, high vibes and great beer.
Desert skies and that “why don’t I come here more?” feeling.
The Mediterranean is basically paradise. Great weather, warm and clear waters, amazing food and great looking, friendly locals..
Mountains, rivers, and that crisp “I could restart my life here” energy.
Warm water, bright skies, and the kind of relaxation you can’t fake in a spreadsheet.