Not a Travel Agent but I Plan Like One
There is a running joke among the people who travel with us that I missed my calling. Someone always says it after the trip, usually over a beer at the airport, usually directed at the itinerary that somehow got us to the restaurant that wasn't in any guidebook.
I am not a travel agent. I just cannot help myself.
What I have come to understand is that planning a trip well is not about how many boxes you check. It is about how deeply you experience a place and who you experience it with. The rhythm of a day, the pace of an evening, the moment when a city stops feeling like a destination and starts feeling like somewhere you actually are. Those things do not happen by accident. They are designed. And they are always better shared.
Once we are on the ground, something else kicks in. I have a natural sense of direction that other people find either reassuring or amusing depending on the moment. I walk like I know where I am going. Mostly I do.
My husband Dan is the other half of how this works. Where I build the structure, he finds what most people miss. The restaurant tucked behind the bookstore. The path with the best view of the valley. The museum that is not in the guidebooks but stays with you long after. He does not stumble on these things. They are the result of him listening, reading between the lines, and noticing the details nobody else is tracking.
Together we shape that into experiences worth sharing. That is what this site is.
a life in motion
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