The day arrived like any other day. Since we sold our home and car and moved downtown, we now woke at 6:30 with plenty of time to roll out of bed, brush my teeth, and still be online by 7am. But that day was different. That day was my last day. Even though I knew...

This is the ritual of the nomad pilgrim. The daily sink laundry. Plus, more random thoughts and useless observations.

It’s been over 20 years since we strolled through London. First time was for touristy stuff, this time…pretty much just to eat. How priorities change over the years.

For some reason, we travelers seem to develop actual relationships with our lodging and hosts when choosing Airbnb, not allowing for honesty or even well adjusted direct communication. That, my friends, is an unhealthy relationship.

A look not so quick back at our last trip around the sun with some not so random images along with random thoughts and pretty useless observations.

A photographic journey and small sample of images from our pandemic life in Mexico

I want to be a person that, for no reason at all, will sometimes take the harder path without there needing to be a benefit. I want to seek the longer path. But, what’s maybe more important is I want to consciously brake the conditioning that makes me always take the easier way, the path of least resistance, simply by default. I want to think about it. I want to at least consider taking the harder path sometimes without it feeling like I’m breaking some hard wired rule.

In an attempt to remember what we have done and how lucky we are, we decided to keep a list of where we’ve been and what we’ve done. This is in no way exhaustive, but some of it was exhausting.