The morning sun casts long shadows across the red earth as I sip strong Congolese coffee on my guesthouse veranda in Mbuji-Mayi. Children's laughter drifts from a nearby schoolyard, reminding me of my...
The morning sun filters through the jeepney windows as we navigate Manila's bustling streets, a symphony of horns and voices creating the soundtrack to this vibrant metropolis. Incroyable! While mos...
Standing at the edge of Old Montreal, the crisp autumn air carrying whispers of maple and woodsmoke, I feel the familiar tug of homecoming. Though Santa Ana has been my home for decades, Quebec's stor...
As the morning mist lifts over the Dutch polders or the English countryside awakens to birdsong, there's something magical about escaping the urban energy of Amsterdam and London. Bonjour, mes amis!...
There's something almost magical about the moment when you first dip your tired feet into the mineral-rich waters of Karlovy Vary. C'est vraiment extraordinaire! The tension melts away as centuries...
The morning mist clung to the emerald canopy as I stood at the edge of the Mayombe Forest, my drone hovering above like a curious hummingbird capturing the vastness of this verdant wilderness. After d...