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From Snow to Songdal: The Final Chapter of Our Scandinavian Road Trip

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Leaving Rokland, we didn’t expect to be greeted by snow — but about twenty minutes into our drive toward Trondheim, the rain turned to flurries, and soon the world outside was blanketed in white. The road, the trees, the rooftops of scattered farmhouses — all dusted with powder. It was beautiful and peaceful, like driving through a dream, though admittedly a little anxiety-inducing at times. Norway in snow is something else entirely — quiet, pristine, cinematic. We even spotted a family of reindeer grazing along the roadside, their silhouettes soft against the snow-covered grass. For a moment, it almost felt like Christmas. Somewhere along the drive, we crossed the Arctic Circle once more — a fitting farewell to the northernmost part of our journey.

As we continued south, the snow slowly melted away and was replaced by the familiar drizzle we’ve come to associate with Norway. The scenery remained jaw-dropping — the kind of beauty that forces you to stop mid-sentence just to take it all in. Trees in every imaginable shade of yellow and orange painted the hillsides, while snow-capped peaks shimmered in the distance. Waterfalls poured down cliffs like silver threads, and fjords cut dramatically into the land, mirroring the moody skies above. Casey and I made a game of spotting waterfalls — a game I’m proud to say I won. Some were massive, tumbling down the mountainsides in roaring cascades, while others were small, shy streams that trickled gently through the rocks. The endless scenery and our laughter-filled competition made the nine-hour drive to Trondheim feel far shorter than it should have.

Trondheim – Forever a Special Place

We arrived in Trondheim around dinner time and made our way to Trondheim Microbrewery, a cozy spot that smelled like hops, roasted pork, and pure contentment. The food was far from traditional Norwegian fare — I had pork quesadillas, Casey had pork wings, and we shared a plate of “dirty fries” smothered in chili con carne, cheese, and jalapeños. After weeks of gas station hot dogs and hotel snacks, this meal was pure joy.

The next morning, we explored the city on foot. Trondheim is one of Norway’s oldest and most charming cities — once the country’s capital and home to the stunning Nidaros Cathedral, the northernmost medieval cathedral in the world. The city sits gracefully on the Nidelva River, with colorful wooden warehouses lining its banks like a watercolor painting come to life. We helped a couple take photos by the bridge, then grabbed lunch at PaoPao Bao, where I had the Hot and Sour Ramen and Casey went for “Hell’s Ramen” (because he can’t resist a challenge). Both dishes were incredible, and the warmth was welcome after a chilly morning. Later, we stopped at a café for cappuccinos and cinnamon rolls — a small but glorious break from gas-station coffee.

That evening, we decided to do something we hadn’t done in months — go to the movies. We chose The Black Phone 2 and arrived early with our drinks and popcorn in hand… except, as it turned out, we were at the wrong theater. Not just the wrong screen — the wrong building entirely. With only 14 minutes until showtime, we sprinted through the streets of Trondheim, popcorn and sodas in hand, and miraculously arrived at the right place in just 13 minutes. We collapsed onto a comfy couch, ordered a bottle of wine, and laughed at the chaos. Sadly, the movie didn’t hold up. After 45 minutes, we decided to call it — our first time ever walking out of a film in 18 years together.

But the night was far from over. We stopped for a drink at a nearby bar where the death metal music nearly scared us back into the street, then ended up at a smaller club near our apartment. The crowd was thin at first, but a few drinks (and a few shots) later, we were befriended by a local celebrating his birthday — and before I knew it, I was up on stage singing Dancing Queen with him. I can’t say we were good, but I can say we were enthusiastic. We stumbled home around 2:30 a.m., laughing the entire way. The next morning, we were supposed to drive seven hours to Sogndal… but we couldn’t bring ourselves to leave. Instead, we extended our stay another day — sleeping in, cuddled up, reminiscing about our new Trondheim memories. This city has a way of getting under your skin, and we’ll never forget it. “Kos.”

🏔️ The Road to Sogndal: Heights, Fjords, and Heart-Stopping Beauty

When we did finally leave, the drive from Trondheim to Sogndal turned out to be one of the most stunning of the entire trip. We climbed to heights of over 1,300 meters, winding through narrow mountain roads with snow still dusting the peaks and valleys below. The sun dipped low between the mountains, casting a golden glow over the landscape as waterfalls poured from sheer cliffs and rivers shimmered like glass. Every turn revealed something new — a lake so still it looked frozen in time, a tiny red cabin perched impossibly high on a ridge, or a lone sheep blocking the road just long enough to remind us to slow down and take it all in.

Sogndal itself, tucked along the edge of the Sogndalsfjord, was small but peaceful. We grabbed pizza for dinner and started watching Baby Reindeer — only two episodes in and already deeply unsettled but intrigued. After just 14 hours in town, we hit the road again, this time for Karlstad, Sweden — but not before making a quick detour to Oslo Airport to drop off our luggage for safekeeping. We’d be flying out from there in a few days and couldn’t bear the thought of lugging all our bags back and forth.

🧳 3,500 Kilometers Later: A Road Well Traveled

The evening drive to Karlstad was uneventful — mostly darkness and rain — but when we arrived, the city felt warm and welcoming. We checked into our hotel, grabbed dinner, and took a short nighttime walk through the empty streets. The city center, with its mix of shops and restaurants, felt vibrant even after hours. I could see myself returning someday, maybe even staying awhile.

The next morning, Casey handled the car return while I enjoyed a rare morning to sleep in. After a quick bite, we headed to the train station — only to find that our train had a mechanical issue and was delayed 75 minutes. So, naturally, we did what any tired travelers would do: we found a pub across the street and had a few pints. Once onboard, we settled into our seats for the three-hour train to Oslo. It was quiet, scenic, and relaxing — exactly what we needed after driving over 3,500 kilometers across Sweden and Norway (about 3,000 of which I drove myself, by choice — for everyone’s safety).

When we arrived in Oslo, we took a short train to the airport and checked into the Radisson Red, conveniently located just 330 steps from the terminal (a fact proudly displayed every 20 steps of the way). We had dinner and drinks at the hotel and made plans to explore Oslo the next morning… except the weather had other plans. Rain poured down nonstop, so we decided to stay in, rest, and get ready for our early morning flight. Lunch was at Peppe’s Pizza — a beloved Norwegian chain, though ironically we didn’t order pizza. I had a chicken quesadilla, Casey had a chicken sandwich, and we learned later that ordering anything but pizza there is basically sacrilege. Still, it was a nice meal and a quiet way to end our Scandinavian adventure.

✈️ The Final Stop: Oslo Airport Adventures

Tomorrow morning, we fly home — 6:05 a.m. out of Oslo, connecting through Paris and JFK before finally landing in Charlotte. From there, it’s a whirlwind few months ahead: a Halloween party (or two), a stop at Universal’s new Epic Universe, a cruise departing from Miami, some much-needed downtime in Atlanta, a 10-day getaway to Curaçao, and finally the holidays in North Carolina. Then, on January 6th, the next chapter begins — Africa.

🖤 Reflections on Five Months Abroad

These last five months exploring nearly a dozen countries together have been nothing short of extraordinary. We’ve shared countless unforgettable moments, navigated the highs and lows of being together 24/7, made new friends, indulged in a few splurges, and most importantly — learned to live fully, intentionally, and without regret. Leaving behind our careers, our home, and the life we thought we were supposed to live has been the second-best decision we’ve ever made — the first was marrying each other.

Here’s to the roads that brought us here, the love that carried us through, and the adventures still waiting to be found.

With love,
Brandon & Casey

2025 Finale, 2026 Kickoff: Safari, Pyramids & Southeast Asia – Our 2026 Adventures are Set!

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Before we look ahead, we still have some exciting travels left to wrap up 2025. Right now, we’re soaking up the Adriatic lifestyle in Montenegro until September 26th, when we’ll trade the coast for the crisp air of Scandinavia. From Stockholm, we’ll begin a 28-day road trip that takes us north through Sweden, stopping in charming towns and scenic landscapes on the way to Abisko—one of the best places in the world to see the Northern Lights. Along the way, we’ll also experience unique stays, including a night at an igloo hotel. After chasing the aurora, we’ll make our way south through Norway’s dramatic fjords, mountain passes, and historic cities, eventually arriving in Oslo. From there, we’ll fly back to North Carolina for a few days with family before heading to Miami for a birthday cruise with our brother. By the time we return, it’ll be time to slow down and celebrate the holidays—Thanksgiving in Georgia, Christmas in North Carolina, and a sunny escape to Curaçao in between.

A Safari in Kenya

On January 6th, we’ll fly from Atlanta to Nairobi, Kenya, where we’ll spend a few days exploring the city before heading deep into the heart of the Masai Mara. We’ll be staying five nights at an all-inclusive safari lodge perfectly positioned for game drives and wildlife viewing. The resort offers spacious tented suites with private decks overlooking the savannah, gourmet dining, and the comfort of modern amenities while still feeling fully immersed in nature. Each day we’ll set out on two game drives—one at sunrise and another in the late afternoon—giving us the chance to spot lions, elephants, giraffes, and perhaps even the elusive leopard. Evenings will bring campfire dinners under a sky filled with stars.

Wonders of Egypt

After Kenya, we’ll return to Nairobi and then make our way to Cairo, Egypt. We’ll spend a few days in the city before beginning our Wonders of Egypt tour on January 20th. This guided journey will take us through the highlights of ancient Egypt: standing in awe before the Pyramids of Giza and the Sphinx, cruising along the Nile, visiting Luxor and Karnak Temples, and exploring the Valley of the Kings. We’ll also see the Temple of Philae in Aswan and experience the vibrant energy of Cairo. It’s a trip filled with history, culture, and the kind of sights that have captivated travelers for centuries.

February – May: Southeast Asia

On February 1st, we’ll leave Cairo and head to Bangkok, Thailand, to begin several months in Southeast Asia. While we haven’t set an exact itinerary yet, our plans include exploring Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, and possibly other destinations in the region. From bustling cities to tranquil beaches, from ancient temples to vibrant street markets, this part of the journey will be more spontaneous—giving us time to truly soak in the culture and pace of the region.

June – A Family Celebration at Sea

In late May, we’ll return to North Carolina and, in June, join our family on a cruise to celebrate our aunt and uncle’s 50th wedding anniversary. It will be the perfect way to cap off the first half of the year—time with family after so many months of adventure abroad.

Looking Ahead

The first half of 2026 is already shaping up to be extraordinary. We’ll be checking off two of our biggest bucket list experiences—a safari in Africa and exploring the wonders of ancient Egypt—before diving into the diverse cultures of Southeast Asia. As for the second half of the year, those plans will unfold in the months ahead. One thing is certain: 2026 is going to be a year to remember. Be sure to subscribe to the blog so you can join us On The Run!

Porto, Portugal: Love at First Sight

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From the very first moments in Porto, we knew this was going to be one of those cities we’d never want to leave. The colorful buildings adorned with hand-painted azulejo tiles, the graceful curve of the Douro River, the wide, walkable streets lined with shops and cafés—it all felt instantly inviting. Somehow, it already felt like home.

Life on Rua das Flores
Our condo is right on Rua das Flores, one of Porto’s most charming pedestrian streets. From our balcony, we have front-row seats to endless people-watching. The street is lined with restaurants, boutiques, and hotels, and it’s always buzzing with life. Street performers set the soundtrack—musicians strumming guitars, singers belting ballads, artists painting on the spot, and even magicians drawing curious crowds. It’s the kind of energy that makes you want to linger outside long after your meal is finished.

Dancing at Time Out Market
One evening we found ourselves at a small rave at Time Out Market Porto. This modern food hall brings together some of the city’s best restaurants, bars, and specialty vendors under one roof. We sipped beer and Port wine while dancing until midnight, enjoying the laid-back vibe. Casey ordered mushroom risotto, while I went for seafood rice—both dishes absolute perfection.

Porto on a Plate (and in a Glass)
The food here has been nothing short of amazing—fresh hummus, cod prepared every way imaginable, salmon, steaks, and crisp vegetables. I also discovered my new favorite drink: the Port Tonic. Similar to a gin and tonic but lighter and more refreshing, it’s the perfect sunny-day sipper.

Of course, we couldn’t skip Porto’s signature dish: the Francesinha. Imagine a decadent sandwich layered with cured ham, fresh sausage, and steak, covered in melted cheese, then drenched in a rich tomato-and-beer sauce. It’s indulgent, messy, and unforgettable.

A Day in the Douro Valley
Yesterday, we took a private wine tour into the Douro Valley, one of the oldest wine regions in the world and the birthplace of Port wine. Our first stop was Amarante, a small city famous for its romantic bridges, charming streets, and, perhaps most surprisingly, its fertility traditions. We visited the monastery where Saint Gonçalo—the patron saint of fertility—is buried, and even sampled the infamous pastry shaped like… well, let’s just say it’s an eyebrow-raising local specialty.

From there, we visited two wineries: H.O. Winery and Quinta do Covão. Both offered fascinating insights into wine production, from the valley’s uniquely terraced vineyards to the traditional methods still used for making Port. The Douro Valley’s climate is notably warmer—about 15°F hotter than Porto—thanks to the surrounding mountains, which shield it from Atlantic breezes and create a Mediterranean-like microclimate ideal for grape growing.

We sampled dry reds and whites, along with various Ports (though Casey maintains that Port tastes like a “sweet cigarette”). Between the tastings, we enjoyed a scenic boat ride along the Douro River, where steep vineyards tumbled down to the water’s edge. The drive in and out of the valley was just as breathtaking—rolling hills, endless vines, and golden sunlight at every turn.

What’s Next
We have one more week in Porto before heading to Montenegro for a month. The plan is simple: relax, explore the city by foot, drink more wine, eat more amazing food, and maybe take a day trip to Braga or Aveiro—or both.

Porto has already stolen our hearts. Something tells me this love affair is just getting started.

-With Love from My Travel Era,

Brandon

Madrid, Week Two: Heat Waves, Day Trips, and a Sweet Farewell

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Our second and final week in Madrid was just as memorable as the first—though this time, the city turned up the temperature… literally. Most days soared past the 100°F mark, and while the sun made everything look golden and cinematic, it also made us far too aware of just how much we rely on good air conditioning.

We found ourselves joining locals in seeking shade, sipping chilled wine, and timing our walks for the early morning or late evening. It’s fair to say that Madrid in August is not for the faint of heart—but the adventures we packed into these last days more than made up for the heat.

A Quick Escape to Toledo
One of the highlights of the week was a spontaneous day trip to Toledo, a city just 35 minutes away by train but worlds apart in atmosphere. Known as the “City of the Three Cultures” for its Christian, Muslim, and Jewish heritage, Toledo is a living museum of medieval Spain.

We checked into the Eugenia de Montijo Autograph Collection, a hotel with a fascinating history. Once the residence of Empress Eugenia de Montijo—the last Empress of France—it retains a sense of timeless elegance with modern touches. From there, we explored the city on foot, marveling at the winding streets, Gothic cathedrals, and hilltop views. Our visit was brief, but Toledo’s charm left a lasting impression.

High Tea at the Mandarin Oriental Ritz
Back in Madrid, we treated ourselves to an afternoon of refined indulgence at Palm Court in the Mandarin Oriental Ritz. The restaurant itself is a work of art—bathed in soft light, framed by elegant arches, and dotted with plush seating that makes you want to linger. The tea service was impeccable, with delicate pastries, finger sandwiches, and perfectly brewed tea. It was the kind of experience that slows time down, even in a city that’s always moving.

Shopping and Exploring
We also carved out time to explore corners of Madrid we hadn’t reached in our first week. Between a bit of shopping (Madrid really does have something for everyone—from luxury brands to quirky local shops) and wandering down less touristy streets, we stumbled upon more of the city’s architectural gems and charming cafés.

The Great A/C Debate
One thing we’ve learned over the past few months in Europe: our definition of “cool” is… different. Whether it’s due to older buildings, cultural preferences, or simply the heat wave we’ve been caught in, most places don’t blast air conditioning the way we do back home. Sleeping at our preferred 68°F has been near impossible, but we’ve adapted—sort of.

Final Thoughts on Madrid
Looking back, Madrid was a wonderful stop on our journey. While its energy is different from Barcelona’s, it has its own distinct rhythm—elegant, welcoming, and full of life. We loved the clean streets, endless tapas, friendly locals, beautiful buildings, abundant shopping, and the way wine seems to flow as freely as water (and at a fraction of the price).

Would we return? Absolutely—but next time, we’ll aim for cooler weather.

On to Porto…
We’ve now been in Porto for three days, and I’m already smitten. The city, the cuisine, the culture, the weather—it’s all perfection. This is a place I could easily see myself living. On Wednesday, we’re off for a private tour of the Douro Valley, and I’ll be sharing all about it in my next post.

Madrid, you were hot—but you were unforgettable.

Até à próxima

One Week in Madrid: Tapas, Palaces, and Late Nights

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We’ve officially spent our first week in Madrid, and it’s safe to say this city knows how to charm. From royal landmarks to 12 a.m. dinners, our time here has been a vibrant blur of culture, laughter, and culinary indulgence. Here’s a look at what we’ve been up to:

Staying on Gran Vía: In the Heart of It All
Our home base for the past week has been right off Gran Vía—Madrid’s answer to Broadway, the Champs-Élysées, and Fifth Avenue all rolled into one. This bustling boulevard is packed with theaters, shops, restaurants, and stunning architecture. The energy is constant, but it’s not overwhelming—just lively enough to remind you that you’re in the center of it all. From here, we’ve been able to walk nearly everywhere. It’s truly the perfect location for soaking in the city.

Inside the Royal Palace of Madrid
One of the standout experiences this week was our visit to the Royal Palace—an opulent reminder of Spain’s regal history. This is the largest palace in Western Europe by floor area, and it shows. We explored grand halls adorned with chandeliers, intricate tapestries, and rooms that looked like they were frozen in time. Outside, the views of the courtyard and the surrounding gardens were just as impressive.

Exploring Plaza Mayor
Of course, no visit to Madrid is complete without a stroll through Plaza Mayor. This iconic square has been the heart of the city for centuries—hosting everything from bullfights and markets to executions and royal proclamations. Today, it’s a lively gathering place surrounded by restaurants and filled with street performers, locals, and tourists alike.

Walking, Wandering, and Wow-Worthy Architecture
One of our favorite things to do here? Just walk. Seriously—Madrid is a feast for the eyes. The mix of baroque, neoclassical, and modern architecture is incredible, with fountains tucked into corners, grand buildings lining wide boulevards, and pocket parks everywhere you turn. Every stroll turns into a photo shoot.

Flamenco at Corral de la Morería
We had the chance to attend a Flamenco show at Corral de la Morería, widely considered the most prestigious flamenco venue in the world. The performances were raw, emotional, and electric—there’s something about Flamenco that cuts straight to the soul. The intimate setting only added to the magic.

Getting Artsy at the Prado
We also spent an afternoon at the legendary Museo del Prado, home to one of the finest collections of European art in the world. Highlights included works by Velázquez, Goya, and El Greco. I may have gotten a bit overzealous with the photo-taking before a staff member kindly (but firmly) reminded me that photography isn’t allowed. Oops.

Unexpected Laughs at Madrid Comedy Lab
One night we discovered a cozy little venue called Madrid Comedy Lab, which hosts English-speaking comedy shows. It was refreshingly low-key and genuinely funny—a great break from the heavy cultural hits and a reminder that humor really is universal.

Temple of Debod
Yesterday we wandered into Parque del Oeste and visited the Temple of Debod, an ancient Egyptian temple that was gifted to Spain in the 1960s. It’s a surreal sight to see in the middle of Madrid—and the views from the park overlooking the Royal Palace and Almudena Cathedral were stunning.

Late Dinners, Tapas, and More Tapas
Food-wise, Madrid has not disappointed. Tapas culture is alive and well, and we’ve enjoyed everything from patatas bravas to jamón ibérico, usually well after 10 p.m. It’s totally normal here to start dinner after 9 or 10 p.m.—and we’ve embraced it wholeheartedly.

Living Like Locals (Sort Of)
We’ve shifted into the local rhythm pretty quickly—late dinners, even later nights, and long, leisurely mornings. It’s not uncommon for us to stay out until 2 or 3 a.m. and sleep in until late morning. Honestly? We could get used to this.

A Night to Remember at DiverXO
The culinary highlight of our week was dinner at DiverXO, currently ranked the 4th best restaurant in the world. Chef Dabiz Muñoz serves up an avant-garde, multi-sensory tasting menu that blends global influences with outrageous presentation. Think chili crab served with cotton candy, Iberian pork disguised as dim sum, and edible sauces painted onto the plate like art. It was equal parts delicious and surreal—like dinner in a Salvador Dalí dream. I kept the camera at bay – until dessert came – you can see why, can’t you?

We still have another five days here in Madrid before heading to Porto, Portugal for two weeks. We’re planning to slow the pace a bit, soak in a few more museums, take a day trip to Toledo, and of course—eat more tapas. Stay tuned for more from the Spanish capital!

Adios, for now!

From Fire to Festivals: A Tale of Brussels, Tomorrowland, and Ibiza

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After our whirlwind days in Copenhagen, we landed in Brussels full of anticipation. Not just for the chocolate and waffles (though, spoiler alert: those did not disappoint), but because the crown jewel of our Global Journey was about to begin—Tomorrowland.

Our arrival was upbeat. We went straight to dinner with a group of new friends we’d met during our travels. Laughter echoed, drinks clinked, and plates were just being set when suddenly, everyone’s phones began lighting up. News alerts. Messages. Videos. The Tomorrowland mainstage—arguably the most iconic part of the festival—was on fire.

Within the hour, more than 80% of the mainstage had been destroyed. The room, once buzzing with pre-festival excitement, fell into a hush as we tried to make sense of what was happening. Was the festival going to be cancelled? Would they rebuild in time? Rumors flew faster than the flames. And while Tomorrowland remained impressively tight-lipped in the moment, it wasn’t long before we were reassured that the show would go on—just without its centerpiece.

That news was hard to process. For me, the mainstage has always been about more than just music—it’s the theatrics, the grandeur, the jaw-dropping production that transports you to another world. Losing that felt like losing the heart of the festival. But we were here, and the spirit of the crowd was still alive, so we pressed on.

Global Journey, true to its name, took us on an adventure all its own. We danced in the streets of Brussels, got spontaneous airbrush tattoos, and raved in an old warehouse decked out in neon. The organizers did an admirable job pivoting and trying to maintain the Tomorrowland magic. The disappointment lingered, but the energy of the people around us helped keep the vibe light. And hey, it’s not every day you rave with a drag queen in a castle courtyard or stumble upon a surprise techno set at 2pm.

Somewhere in the mix, I indulged in a truly authentic Belgian waffle—and learned more than I ever expected about them. I went with strawberry ice cream, fresh strawberries, and a thick drizzle of chocolate sauce (no regrets). What I didn’t know until that moment is that there are two types of Belgian waffles:

  • Brussels waffles – large, rectangular, airy, crisp.
  • Liège waffles – smaller, round, dense, caramelized from pearl sugar.
    Yes, I tried both. For science.

When the festival officially began, Tomorrowland proved why it’s still one of the most celebrated festivals on Earth—even without a mainstage. It was overwhelming, chaotic, mesmerizing. At times, the crowd was way too much. It felt like everyone in Europe was there (and maybe they were?). But we learned to find small moments of peace—lounging in hammocks, enjoying the finer dining options, even just stealing quiet moments between sets.

My favorite stage was The Great Library, a stunning fantasy-style setup that felt like being inside an enchanted storybook. As for DJs—John Summit, Charlotte de Witte, Sara Landry, Lost Frequencies, and Nicky Romerodelivered in ways that made you forget the fire ever happened.

I didn’t take as many photos as usual—I lived more through video this time. Partly because the environment was constantly moving, partly because I wanted to be more present. Still, everyone agreed: something was different this year. The absence of the mainstage was a heavy note in an otherwise epic symphony. And every night ended the same way: with a brutal 40-minute walk back to the bus, exhausted, buzzing, and ready to collapse.

After three straight days of 12+ hour raves, we were more than ready for a change of pace. Cue: Ibiza.

Now, here’s the thing. I thought I understood Ibiza. I’d read about the party scene, heard all the stories, seen the Instagram reels. But nothing quite prepares you for the actual scene. It’s wild—beautiful, but wild. The clubs are pricey, the nights start at midnight and don’t stop until sunrise, and the people? Let’s just say… the energy was not exactly my vibe.

We had one DJ we wanted to see, but their set didn’t even begin until 3am. Just the idea of staying up that late, surrounded by sweaty, screaming, much-younger club kids gave me anxiety. No shade, just not my scene. Instead, we soaked in sunny beaches, did a bit of shopping, and discovered some incredible restaurants. One spot at the marina overlooked the old town—probably one of the best dining views of our trip, maybe our life.

Unfortunately, both of us were under the weather during our stay, which naturally kept us away from the Ibiza madness even more. In a way, it was a blessing. It forced us to rest, reset, and enjoy a quieter side of the island.

Final Thoughts:
Our journey from Brussels to Boom to Ibiza was a rollercoaster—a literal firestorm of emotions and unexpected turns. But that’s travel, and especially festival travel: you roll with the punches, dance in the ashes, and find joy wherever you can.

Even without a mainstage, Tomorrowland still managed to deliver unforgettable memories, and Ibiza, for all its intensity, reminded us of the value in knowing your limits and following your own beat.

Now, we’re en route to Madrid, where we’ll be spending the next two weeks. It’s our chance to catch our breath—to slow down, recharge, and soak in the city’s rich culture, food, and rhythm of daily life. After weeks of high energy and nonstop movement, Madrid will be our much-needed reset—and we’re excited to see what a slower pace might bring.

Copenhagen: A Quirky, Elegant Chapter in Our Global Journey

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Copenhagen swept us off our feet. From the moment we arrived, it felt like stepping into a dream — clean streets, colorful canals, impossibly polite people, and a mid-century modern hotel that looked like it had been styled by Wes Anderson on a caffeine high.

This was the third stop in our Global Journey with Tomorrowland, and the vibes stayed strong. We checked into 25hours Hotel Copenhagen, located right in the heart of the city. The space was a sensory treat — bold colors, eclectic art, and retro furniture that made us want to lounge all day (if the city outside weren’t so tempting). But the food? That was the real showstopper. We dove into dishes that reminded us why we love travel: warm hummus, tender chicken skewers, Israeli salad that danced with acidity, crispy spring rolls, and fresh-baked bread with rich, aromatic sauces. Every bite hit.

Our Global Journey host welcomed us with the same warmth we’d experienced in previous cities. The curated experiences in Copenhagen were some of the best yet. We kicked things off with a walking tour through the city’s highlights — and what a stunning city it is. Impeccably clean, filled with bikes instead of honking horns, and full of architectural charm that balances old-world royalty with modern Danish cool.

We witnessed the changing of the guards at Amalienborg Palace, an experience both regal and oddly calming. Next up: Nyhavn, the postcard-perfect canal lined with brightly painted buildings and bobbing boats. No photo can quite do it justice (though yes, we tried). But perhaps the most unexpected stop was Christiania, Copenhagen’s semi-autonomous free town filled with murals, music, and a vibe that can only be described as “creative rebellion.” On our stroll back to the hotel, we passed a bustling street cart and couldn’t resist trying the famed Belgian hotdog. It was everything — ketchup, mustard, crispy onions, fresh onions, tangy pickles — wrapped in a warm bun of pure comfort. Street food perfection.

The day ended with a private Tomorrowland rave—because of course it did. Picture this: a great DJ spinning infectious beats, bottomless beer and wine, delicious apps circulating the room, and a drag queen keeping the party alive with sequins and sass. We wrapped up the night with some of our new friends at Tivoli Gardens, a magical amusement park that somehow blends whimsy and elegance. We screamed our way through the second-oldest roller coaster in the world, then wandered through the glowing park under twinkling lights. Tivoli at night felt like being in a fairytale written for grown-ups.

The next morning, we slowed things down with a quiet breakfast at a charming café — the kind of place where you can sip your latte while doing your laundry, because why not multitask with style?

But the true climax of our time in Copenhagen came that night, with our reservation at Alchemist — a dining experience so immersive and mind-bending that calling it a “restaurant” feels like underselling it. From the mysterious entryway to the ethereal main dining dome, every detail was designed to surprise and delight. Over the course of several hours, we were treated to 50 “impressions”, each dish more inventive than the last. Standouts included:

  • The “Tongue Kiss” — a tiny beef tartare sculpture served on a replica of a human tongue (yes, really).
  • “Smoke from the Amazon” — a dish served with fog and earthy aromas designed to evoke a rainforest on fire, calling attention to environmental issues.
  • “Brain” — a dessert shaped like a human brain filled with raspberry and beet, intended to spark a conversation about mental health.

We didn’t take any food photos — deliberately. It was a rare and beautiful night where we tucked our phones away, looked each other in the eyes, and savored every strange and stunning bite in real time. (We did snap some shots of the space — the entry, the lounge, the mesmerizing dining room, and the after-dinner “paint room,” where guests are invited to leave their mark.) Can you find my mark?

As we packed our bags, both of us agreed: Copenhagen is our favorite destination so far, with Barcelona a close second. The city is polished without being pretentious, quirky without trying too hard, and full of thoughtful contrasts — art and architecture, rebellion and refinement, fairytales and food tours. We’ll be back. Probably more than once.


Stay tuned for our next stop, Brussels. Until then, enjoy the photos and remember: never underestimate a city that can serve both a Michelin-starred “tongue kiss” and a street dog with pickles that makes you weep with joy.

-BOTR

Adiós, Bucerías – A Bittersweet Farewell to Mexico

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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.

To my Casey: ILYLALS. ❤️

Two Weeks in Bucerías: Heatwaves, Lost Phones, and Poolside Bliss

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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.

ATLANTA WRAP-UP: FRIENDS, FAMILY & A WHOLE LOTTA FOOD

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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.