We’re at the airport lounge in Puerto Vallarta, sipping a morning cocktail and taking a moment to soak in just how special this past month in Mexico has been. It’s hard to put into words how deeply the experience touched us—but I’ll try.
Let’s start here: the people of Mexico are simply incredible. Kind, hardworking, joyful. There’s an ease and warmth in their smiles that makes you feel welcome from the moment you arrive. While we didn’t do many day trips, the few we did take allowed us to connect with the community in a meaningful way. Bucerías may not be a place we return to, but it will always hold a place in our hearts. This charming coastal town introduced us to some of the most beautiful souls we’ve ever met. Viva México.
One of our final adventures was to Sayulita—a colorful, laid-back beach town with boutique shops, vibrant energy, and beaches that sparkle under the sun. We browsed a few streets, picked up some breezy linen outfits (I found the cutest matching set, while Casey rocked his classic camo-and-solids combo), then settled into beach chairs with signature cocktails and nachos, watching surfers dance across the waves. Surfing feels like magic to me—equal parts bravery and beauty. s an added bonus, we were treated to the sight of a beautiful German Shepherd joyfully chasing the waves, always keeping his eyes on his human. He was such a good boi, and it absolutely made our day.
The last few days in Bucerías were quiet and grounding. We kept up our gym and pool routine, worked on a few projects, and mostly cooked at home—so no food pics this time, sorry! It’s been a restful end to our first leg, and now… things are about to shift.
The next few months will be anything but calm—in the best way possible. After a quick stop in Atlanta and a week with family in North Carolina, we’re off for a four-month European expedition. First stop: Iceland. And let me tell you, I am buzzing with anticipation. From nearly 20 hours of daylight to the surreal landscapes, Iceland has always been a dream destination. Casey booked us a day at the Blue Lagoon Retreat Spa, where I’ll be indulging in the full Blue Lagoon Ritual—cleansing for the body, soul, and mind. I’m more than ready.
We’ve got a lot to prepare before we cross the Atlantic, but for now, we’re soaking up every moment with our loved ones in NC. My next post will be from Iceland—or shortly after—but you can count on photos, stories, and reflections from the road.
To everyone cheering us on: thank you. Your encouragement has been felt with every step. This first month has been healing in ways I didn’t know I needed. And after 30 straight days of 24/7 togetherness, I can say with complete certainty—I’m on the right journey, with the right person.
After an unforgettable start to the first leg of our journey—from Appalachian charm and Disney magic to the vibrant streets of Puerto Vallarta and Bucerias—we’re thrilled to share that Leg 2 of our global sabbatical is officially finalized! 🌍✈️
The next stretch will take us deeper into Europe, exploring cities bursting with history, food, and flair, before we trade cobblestone alleys for Caribbean breezes. Here’s where we’re headed next:
🇮🇸 Iceland | June 27 – July 5 A land of fire and ice, Iceland kicks off our European summer adventure with otherworldly landscapes, geothermal hot springs, dramatic waterfalls, and endless daylight. We’ll be chasing puffins by day and basking in the midnight sun by night.
🇪🇸 Barcelona, Spain | July 5 – July 10 Gaudí’s whimsical architecture, beachside charm, and bustling tapas bars set the stage for five unforgettable days in one of Europe’s most vibrant cities. Expect a mix of culture, cocktails, and seaside strolls.
🇵🇹 Lisbon, Portugal | July 10 – July 13 A short but sweet stay in Portugal’s colorful capital, where old-world charm meets modern cool. Think pastel buildings, steep hills, soulful Fado music, and flaky pastel de nata with a view.
🇩🇰 Copenhagen, Denmark | July 13 – July 16 We’re popping into one of Scandinavia’s happiest capitals for canal-side bike rides, Nordic cuisine, and maybe even a visit to Tivoli Gardens. It’s sleek, sustainable, and effortlessly stylish.
🇧🇪 Brussels, Belgium (Tomorrowland) | July 16 – July 22 We’ll dive into waffles, beer, and electronic beats as we base ourselves in Brussels for one of the most iconic music festivals in the world—Tomorrowland. Culture by day, rave by night.
🇪🇸 Ibiza, Spain | July 22 – July 25 Three days of sunsets, sea breezes, and chill vibes to recharge after the high energy of Tomorrowland. Ibiza offers the perfect mix of beach lounging and Balearic beats.
🇪🇸 Madrid, Spain | July 25 – August 8
Two weeks in the heart of Spain’s capital to soak in sultry summer nights, world-class museums, tapas culture, and rooftop cocktails. After the party vibes of Ibiza, this leg promises a more refined, yet equally lively, rhythm.
🇵🇹 Porto, Portugal | August 8 – August 21
Ah, Porto—where wine flows like water and every street looks like a painting. We’re setting up camp here for two weeks of riverfront strolls, port tastings, and day trips through the Douro Valley. Yes, please.
🇲🇪 Tivat, Montenegro | August 21 – September 26
We’re slowing down in style. Tivat gives us access to the Bay of Kotor, medieval towns, rugged mountains, and beaches that beg for long, lazy afternoons. This will be our moment to pause, reset, and soak in Balkan beauty.
🇸🇪🇳🇴 Scandinavia | September 26 – October 21
As autumn sets in, we’ll head north in search of the aurora borealis and cozy train rides through fjords and forests. From Stockholm to Oslo and (hopefully!) all the way to Abisko, this leg promises magic in every sense.
🚢 Caribbean Cruise | November 1 – November 8
Back to the states! Time to trade layers for swimsuits. We’ll set sail for a week-long Caribbean cruise stopping in Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and the Bahamas to celebrate our brother Dustyn’s birthday. Sun, sea, and some well-earned pampering after a whirlwind European adventure.
🇺🇸 Georgia (November) & North Carolina (December)
We’ll wrap up 2025 stateside, reconnecting with family and friends for the holidays in two of our favorite southern stops before gearing up for Leg 3—our leap into Asia and the Pacific.
We’re incredibly grateful to be able to continue this journey together—gathering memories, stories, and probably a few extra pounds from all the food. If you’ve been to any of these destinations, drop us a tip or must-see! Otherwise, come along for the ride here at Brand On The Run. 💫
We’ve officially wrapped up our first two weeks in Bucerías, Mexico—and aside from one frantic hiccup, it’s been exactly the kind of reset I was hoping for.
Let’s start with the drama: About 30 minutes ago, we got back to our apartment from the grocery store and realized I’d left my phone in the taxi. Cue panic. We grabbed another cab and raced back to the grocery where we’d been picked up, only to find out that our driver had picked up someone else and was now stuck in Puerto Vallarta’s rush-hour traffic—going the opposite direction. Of course. My phone is basically my camera and lifeline, so the idea of having to deal with Apple insurance and wait for a replacement was… less than thrilling. Thankfully, just as I was finishing this post, the driver returned with my phone. All is well in the world again. Faith in humanity: intact.
Aside from that chaotic moment, Bucerías has been a mixed but mostly beautiful experience. Admittedly, I wasn’t all that impressed on our first evening walk. We passed a few crumbling buildings, lots of trash, and got some distinct “developing country” vibes. But the next outing, we took a different route and stumbled upon charming cobblestone streets, vibrant homes, and colonial architecture that reminded me of St. Augustine. It’s clear the town is evolving—condos are going up everywhere—and it’ll be interesting to see what it becomes in the next few years.
We haven’t explored much—partly due to the heat (pale, bald gingers don’t thrive in 100+ degrees), and partly because we’re not in the market for souvenirs. Still, the small-town charm and splashes of color have made an impression.
We’ve also managed to mix in a little adventure. One night, we booked the Marigalante Pirate Ship experience in Puerto Vallarta—and while it may sound kitschy, it was a surprisingly entertaining evening. The show was high-energy and filled with humor, acrobatics, sword fights, and dancing—definitely more geared toward adults than kids. Dinner was fine (nothing to write home about), but the fireworks over the bay were a highlight, and our host made the whole night even more enjoyable. If you’re in the area and looking for something fun and theatrical, it’s worth checking out.
Another standout outing was a rooftop drag brunch that quickly became one of the highlights of our trip. Bottomless mimosas flowed freely, the queens were fierce, and the go-go boys? Let’s just say they were easy on the eyes. The energy was electric, the views of the city and ocean were incredible, and the atmosphere felt like a true celebration of Pride. In one unforgettable moment, Nick—never one to shy away from the spotlight—jumped up and replaced one of the go-go dancers mid-set. It was hysterical. I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. There’s something magical about sipping bubbly in the sun, surrounded by joy, laughter, and community.
On the home front, I had a small but proud personal victory: I made homemade guacamole for the first time. Simple ingredients, nothing fancy—but it turned out delicious. There’s something satisfying about making something fresh with your own hands, especially when it pairs perfectly with poolside margaritas and chips.
One restaurant, in particular, deserves a shoutout: Karen’s Place. Founded by a woman from the U.S. who fell in love with this part of Mexico decades ago, it’s become a staple—and for good reason. Friendly staff, strong cocktails, and standout dishes like their Bruschetta Italiana and the unforgettable Chile en Nogada made the experience special. That dish—stuffed poblano peppers with pork, beef, fruit, and a walnut cream sauce—was a revelation. Like Mexican autumn on a plate. I will be going back.
Another night we dined at Adauto’s, where we sat literally five feet from the ocean. The waves crashing, birds calling, warm breeze—absolutely magical. The food was good, not great, but the setting made it a very memorable dinner.
Most days have been slow and peaceful—lounging by the pool, reading, scrolling, sipping drinks, and avoiding U.S. news whenever possible. This isn’t the space for politics, but if you know me, you know I’m relieved to be away right now. To those back home navigating tough times—stay strong. Stay aware. And protect the dolls.
We’ve been lucky to have family join us for most of our stay. Casey’s sister Brittney and her boyfriend Nick arrived the day after we did and stayed a week. Our highlight? A chaotic, laugh-until-you-cry game night playing Taco, Cat, Goat, Cheese, Pizza. It’s simple, silly, and with Nick’s epic sore-loser energy, absolutely hilarious. I have an entire album of him competing with Brittney for a title that technically doesn’t exist: “not last place.”
After they left, Casey’s brother Dustyn and his boyfriend Patrick flew in. Chill vibes continued—we had some great dinners, including our first visit to Karen’s Place, and used ResortPass to spend a day at Secrets Resort. Luxurious pools, endless food, and adult beverages in abundance (within reason). I had no idea ResortPass was a thing, but now I’m a fan.
Time is wonderfully slippery here. I woke up this morning thinking it was Sunday. Spoiler: it’s Monday. But honestly, that’s the goal. For the first time in my adult life, no one’s telling me where I have to be or when. I sleep when I want, work out when I feel like it, blog when inspiration hits, and lounge guilt-free. It’s the freedom I didn’t know I needed until I had it.
Speaking of working out—yes, I’ve been going to the gym nearly every day. I’m not measuring progress, but I feel better: more energy, less stress, and slowly, maybe, a little less soft around the middle. Casey’s about 5 years ahead of me in his fitness journey, so I’m just trying to catch up. Or at least not fall too far behind.
All in all, this sabbatical is shaping up exactly how I hoped it would. We’ve got two more weeks here—just the two of us—before the whirlwind of Europe begins. I plan to soak in every slow, sun-drenched, sweat-filled moment.
Until next time—Be Kind to One Another..
P.S. Thank you, Matt B., for encouraging me to blog even when life isn’t all adventure and adrenaline. Sometimes, the quiet moments are just as worth sharing.
We just wrapped up the first two weeks of our sabbatical in Atlanta, and what a perfect way it was to ease into this new chapter. It was all about reconnecting—with family, with lifelong friends, and with the familiar comforts of home-cooked meals and belly laughs.
We kicked things off with a lovely dinner at Mezza Luna with my dad, Nina, and Granny. The food was fantastic, but it was the kind and supportive words from my parents that made the night truly memorable.
Sunday brought more joy—and more good food. We had dinner with my childhood best friend, Mary Kate, and her amazing boyfriend, Brandon. We joked that her mom (RIP Momma Cheryl) and my Granny would finally be happy knowing Mary Kate and “Brandon” ended up together. I’ve watched MaryKate grow into a fierce, brilliant, independent woman over the past 25+ years, and having her in my life continues to be one of my greatest blessings.
On Monday, I caught up with another high school friend, Michelle. Over an incredible Indian lunch, we talked about life, motherhood, family, and everything in between. She’s been through a lot over the years but remains unshaken—graceful, grounded, and strong. I admire the hell out of her.
Between all the meetups, we spent lots of time with Granny—and yes, she cooked. Her signature spaghetti and coleslaw combo sounds outrageous, I know, but don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. It’s nostalgic, comforting, and somehow perfect. Italians, look away.
Mom’s cat, Taz, is the epitome of an orange cat—sweet and snuggly one minute, a tiny chaotic menace the next. Classic Taz: part angel, part gremlin, all attitude.
Then came my sister, Katie. We ran errands, caught up on life, and devoured biscuits roughly the size of my head. I’m always reminded that while my family may not be the closest, they’re still my anchor. I’m proud to call her my sister.
On Tuesday, I finally made it to the Georgia Aquarium—something that somehow evaded me for 20 years despite dozens of visits to Atlanta. It was magical, especially sharing it with Ada and Cora, two of the kindest, smartest little girls I know.
Later that day, we visited the World of Coke. We flew through the exhibits but made time for the best part—sampling 60+ Coke products from around the world. FYI, there’s one from China that tastes exactly like barbecue sauce. Zero stars. Would not recommend.
Wednesday was all about quality time with my best friend Stephanie. Coffee turned into three hours of deep convos, shared memories, and some much-needed emotional detox. She’s one of those friends who just gets you—and time with her is always healing.
That night, Granny insisted on making ham sandwiches and potato salad—and let me tell you, this potato salad is life-changing. One bite and you’re ruined for all others.
And just like that, it’s Thursday. We were up at 5:45 a.m. and by afternoon, we were landing in beautiful Puerto Vallarta. We’re here for four glorious weeks of rest, sun, cocktails, family time, and yes, beach bumming. As a surprise bonus, we arrived just in time for the Puerto Vallarta Pride Festival! Drag shows, pool parties, love, acceptance, glitter—we’re all in.
It’s been a whirlwind three weeks since closing on the house, and now… I plan to be a total bum for the next four. Stay tuned—there’s a lot more On The Run ahead.
We’re wrapping up an unforgettable weekend adventure through Asheville and Banner Elk before heading back to Florida for a quick visit to Disney.
While Asheville served mostly as a stopover on our way to and from the mountains, it never fails to capture my heart. There’s something magical about that city—its energy, its people, its quiet beauty tucked into the Appalachians. I’ll take any excuse to return.
This visit, however, carried a heavier weight. The region is still reeling from the devastation left by Hurricane Helene. While I didn’t take photos out of respect, the destruction was impossible to ignore—homes leveled, roads washed away, rivers reshaped, lives forever changed. It was heartbreaking.
And yet, through it all, the spirit of the people here endures. Mountain strong and mountain proud. Their resilience is palpable, and there’s no doubt they’ll rebuild—stronger and more united than ever.
Our time in Banner Elk was nothing short of incredible. We stayed in Eagles Nest, one of the most breathtaking communities I’ve ever seen. The homes were beautiful, the views were stunning, and the sense of peace that filled the air was exactly what we needed. I even built my first-ever fire, which felt like a small but satisfying rite of passage in the mountains.
Best of all, we were there to celebrate our incredible Tracy, who just earned her Master’s Degree. We spent the weekend surrounded by family—laughing, eating, drinking, and toasting the brilliant, hard-working woman she’s become. I even got to sit next to her as she watched Wicked for the first time. A masterpiece of a movie for a true masterpiece of a human.
What’s Next
Tomorrow, we head back to Florida for a few magical days at Disney before continuing The Run in Atlanta to see more of our family. From there, we’ll catch our flight to Mexico, where we’ll spend the next month resting, writing, and reconnecting.
I’m endlessly grateful for this chance to explore the world—and myself—on this journey. Thanks for following along. I hope you’re enjoying The Run as much as we are.
Curated with purpose, heart, and a little rebellion.
This isn’t just a playlist—it’s the sound of transition. A mix of anthems, heartbreakers, quiet revelations, and bold declarations that helped me navigate the space between who I was and who I’m becoming. Each song holds a piece of this journey: the release, the resistance, the clarity, the calling.
PART 1: The Stirring – Feeling the Shift
Kacey Musgraves – Deeper Well A gentle reminder that you can outgrow things—and that’s okay. Growth begins in stillness.
Lizzy McAlpine – Reckless Driving That in-between space where you know something’s changing, but you’re not quite sure where it’s going.
Ariana Grande & Cynthia Erivo – Defying Gravity A reclaiming of self. A refusal to be held back.
Taylor Swift – The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived Letting the hurt be known, even when you’re the one choosing to walk away.
Taylor Swift – So Long, London A mournful goodbye to a version of life that once felt like home.
PART 2: The Leap – Running Toward the Unknown
Glass Animals – On the Run The pulse of escape and excitement—running toward something, not away.
Orville Peck – Let Me Drown A moody reckoning. Leaning into emotion without needing to be rescued.
Taylor Swift – Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? Confidence reborn in defiance. You are not to be underestimated.
Britney Spears – Passenger Surrendering control and trusting the road ahead.
Walk the Moon – Surrender Not defeat, but release.
PART 3: The Reckoning – Rebuilding in the Unknown
Labrinth – The Feels Sensory overload—joy, anxiety, awe. Everything, all at once.
Kelly Clarkson – I Won’t Give Up That quiet promise you make to yourself, when no one else is listening.
Adele – I Drink Wine Processing life with brutal honesty and a glass in hand.
Alanis Morissette – Diagnosis Naming the things you’ve struggled to say out loud.
Birdy – Wings Grief meets beauty. The moment you realize you’re still capable of flight.
Bishop Briggs – Champion The comeback begins.
PART 4: The Becoming – Finding Your Fire Again
Bleachers – Don’t Take the Money A chaotic, cinematic anthem of self-worth.
The Chicks – Not Ready to Make Nice When healing doesn’t mean silence.
Christine and the Queens – Tilted Owning your quirk, your queerness, your power.
Demi Lovato & Noah Cyrus – Easy The ache of starting over—and the freedom in it.
Rina Sawayama & Elton John – Chosen Family A love letter to those who truly see you.
PART 5: The Rise – Light, Loud and Unapologetic
Zoe Wees – Control Vulnerability is strength. This is your power.
Imagine Dragons – Birds Parting ways and trusting the sky.
Judah & The Lion – Why Did You Run? The questions we ask when we start telling our story aloud.
Kelly Clarkson – Breakaway Classic. Literal. Necessary.
Lady Gaga – Million Reasons The war between staying and stepping forward.
Lil Nas X – Life After Salem Raw, honest, powerful. Queer rage and rebirth.
Panic! At the Disco – Hey Look Ma, I Made It A wink and a win.
Selena Gomez – Lose You to Love Me A ballad of self-redemption.
Shinedown – Daylight The first full breath in a long time.
Taylor Swift – Mad Woman Because anger has its place—and so does your voice.
Today, we made a little stop at the Capybara Cafe in St. Augustine—and it did not disappoint.
We spent the afternoon surrounded by some of the most adorable creatures you can imagine: gentle capybaras, a curious three-ring armadillo, and the star of the day—a baby wallaby who decided Casey was his new best friend.
The wallaby could not get enough of him.
Here are a few snapshots from our visit. Enjoy the cuteness overload!
Yesterday, I did something completely out of character. At 5:30 a.m., I woke with an overwhelming urge to go to the beach and watch the sunrise—one last time before this chapter of my life closes.
If you know me, you know I’m not a morning person. The only things that usually get me out of bed that early are international flights or hotel breakfasts. But this felt different. Something was calling me. And for once, I listened.
I’m glad I did.
For over an hour, I sat alone on the sand, recording a time lapse as the sun rose over the horizon. It was the first moment I’d taken for myself since walking out of the office for the last time.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel sad.
Instead, I felt excited. Inspired. At peace.
I planted the camera in the sand and let myself fully experience the moment. The quiet beach before dawn reminded me just how vast—and yet connected—the world truly is. As I sat there waiting for the light, billions of people were already in motion: commuting, working, learning, living their lives.
And there I was. Still. Waiting for the light to come in.
But something else became clear as the sky brightened. The light within me is shining brighter than it has in years.
I felt a renewed sense of optimism about the world and a deeper understanding of how connected we all are—if only we pause long enough to notice. To let the light in.
Here’s to chasing the light—around the world, and within.
This week marks the end of one chapter—and the start of something entirely new.
After more than a decade leading sales and marketing for a homebuilding company, I wrapped up my last day of work this past Wednesday. On Tuesday, we close on the sale of our home. And then, my husband Casey and I will officially begin a journey we’ve dreamed about for years: at least two years of full-time travel.
We’re trading our permanent address for an ever-changing one. Trading routines for new landscapes, architecture, and the stories found off the beaten path. Trading early alarms for early flights—and hopefully, plenty of slow, beautiful mornings, too.
This blog will be where I share it all: 🏔 Landscapes that take our breath away. 🏛 Architecture that tells the story of cultures and history. 🏳️🌈 LGBTQ+ experiences from places familiar and far-flung. 📸 And the hidden corners of the world most tourists miss.
Whether you’re here for travel inspiration, photography, or to follow along as two husbands explore the world, welcome.
We can’t wait to share the view.
First stop: Asheville, then onward to Disney, Atlanta, Puerto Vallarta, Iceland, Barcelona, and beyond.
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