ELSEWHERE is where I go to stay curious.
These are places, people, and moments that have stretched my perspective—quiet villages, loud markets, sacred ceremonies, roadside conversations. It reminds me that leadership requires listening, that creativity requires risk, and that new perspectives are earned, not assumed.
What you’ll find here are stories and photographs from the road—observations from beyond the familiar.
I travel because I want my life to exceed my own expectations.
Even in a city as layered as Los Angeles, it’s easy to build a quiet bubble of predictability.
I’ve shared space with Fijian fishermen, a Rastafarian Thai fire dancer, a wilderness guide in Costa Rica, and a Tasmanian textile archivist. I’ve ridden motorcycles across Cambodia, chased waterfalls on horseback, and followed narrow roads simply because they curved away from the obvious.
When I come home from a journey, my mind is wide, wide open and my heart is bigger than ever before.
Travel reminds me that, as many miles that may separate us, we are not separate from the world, we are participants in it. And I prefer to participate fully.
SELECTED WRITING
Just sixteen miles south of Split lies the ancient pirate cove of Omiš, Croatia. Steep towers of limestone encircle the town on three sides, while a wide, deceptively calm river cuts it in two before spilling out into the dazzlingly blue sea.
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TRAVEL DIARY: The Hidden Coastal Village of Omiš, Croatia
The serene city of Battambang, Cambodia was quickly fading in the rear-view mirror of our $8 motorbike rental. My friend and I took turns randomly shouting “left, right, straight!” reveling in our quest for the apex of charm sure to be at the end of an “undiscovered” dirt road. Spoiler: it wasn’t the charm we were looking for, but we found it all the same.
TRAVEL DIARY: In the Cool Shade of Cambodian Hospitality
SNAPSHOT: A Side Quest in Montenegro
I woke before dawn to hike to the top of St. John’s Fortress in Kotor, Montenegro, but never made it to the top. Instead, about three quarters of the way up, just off the path, I spotted an inconspicuous window in the wall. Glancing through, I saw a thin dirt path that led to a tiny stone church. Of course, I hopped through. I can never resist a side quest.
Perched on a crumbling plateau in the Etruscan countryside, Civita di Bagnoregio is a town made romantic in its doom. For centuries, the city has been sliding into the valley below-- a very slow and dramatic death.
SNAPSHOT: Civita di Bagnoregio, the Dying City
Valle de Guadalupe is one of those rare places that is both modern and innovative while remaining true to the spirit of its traditional culture. Residents here have a deep respect for their land, and in return have been blessed with a rich bounty that is used to its full potential.
TRAVEL DIARY: Feasting in Valle de Guadalupe, Mexico
On Sunday mornings in Mérida, the buoyant voices of the San Ignacio Cathedral’s choir ring out an antique melody. Boosted by 16th century acoustics, the haunting sound pierces the murmur of the crowd brunching leisurely in the courtyard below and ricochets down colorful, narrow, side streets.