It's been a little over a year since we last got into this writing thing. Time really does fly. And you would think in its wings it would carry away the ‘weight’ of unwritten stories, the restless itch to put words to experience, and the quiet pull of adventure waiting to be documented. But if anything, that weight has only settled deeper—pressing, reminding, nudging.
Life happened, as it always does. Days blurred into months, and before I knew it, the blog—once my steady companion—became a bookmark left unturned. But here’s the thing about a love for travel and storytelling: it doesn’t fade. It lingers in the crisp morning air of the highlands, in the salty spray of an ocean breeze, in the rhythm of a city waking up, and the laughter shared over a plate of something delicious in a tucked-away eatery. And eventually, it calls you back.
So, here we are. Ready to pick up where we left off. Ready to rediscover, to explore, to write. Not just about places, but about the moments in between—the unexpected detours, the fleeting conversations, the kind of magic that only travel can unfold. The food that tells a story, the cultures that open new perspectives, the people who make a place unforgettable.
This isn’t a grand relaunch; think of it more as a soft return, a rekindling of something that never truly left. If you’ve been here before, welcome back. If you’re new, I hope you’ll stay awhile.
Here's to getting lost in stories again!
