Last fall, my design work took me on what I can only describe as a study in contrasts: two weeks split between the sun-drenched Florida Keys and the ancient desert landscape of Egypt's Siwa Oasis. As...
Standing at the bow of a life-sized ship replica inside the New Bedford Whaling Museum, I found myself transported to the 19th century—when this Massachusetts coastal city was the wealthiest per capit...
When I first wandered through Pecs (pronounced 'paych'), I was immediately struck by how this small Hungarian city wears its 2,000 years of history like an elegantly designed tapestry. As someone who'...
When I first arrived in Yamoussoukro, Côte d'Ivoire's political capital, I stood slack-jawed before the Basilica of Our Lady of Peace—a structure so magnificently incongruous it seemed to have been pl...
The first time I heard the haunting wail of a flamenco singer in Seville, I felt the same visceral response as when I experienced my first live bluegrass jam in Nashville. Both musical traditions spea...
There's something uniquely powerful about standing alone at the epicenter of history. As I watched cherry blossoms flutter across the Peace Memorial Park in Hiroshima, I felt that peculiar duality tha...