It’s been more than three years of nomadding now. Such a whirlwind of places and experiences and feelings. I thought it’d be nice to start a little thing: Flashbacks. First up? [...]

On June 23rd, 2018, I travelled by train to Croatia, Belgrade to Zagreb. It’s about an 8-hour trip and crosses northern Serbia into Croatia, avoiding Bosnia, so there’s one [...]

It’s a week of reckonings. I’ve been backing up photos, dealing with long overlooked things, and it’s been taking me back. Back through 16 countries, back over 760 days. Back, back, and back. [...]

I began writing about Motovun and Istria two months ago. I kept coming back to this, picking at it, or reading it and trying to find the right mood so I could wrangle the right words. Never have [...]

Shrouded in fog, my little Istrian mountain of Motovun is quiet and sedate this morning. Much of the valley around me is a hybrid of centuries past and modern times, but that hybrid almost falls [...]

It’s hard to explain what compels us, and why, but if we could explain it, maybe it wouldn’t be compelling at all. Tonight I find myself in a place I’ve been oddly drawn to for a year. The first [...]

The air is cool and rain is moving in off the Adriatic soon. I can feel it in my fingers as I type. I said my goodbyes to Zagreb. We were not made for each other, thanks to a rocky start, but it [...]

The other day, I grumbled on my Facebook page (where I have become a chronicling fiend for my travels) about how I went to a hotel restaurant called "The American Grill" when I heard they had a [...]

It’s day six in Zagreb, and all of them have been filled with four things -- sickness, fatigue, rain, and wine. And some photography, some of which I'll share here, but more of which you could [...]

As I write, a wind blasts heavy rain diagonally here in Zagreb, which will be my home for 21 more days. I arrived yesterday. As far as Croatia goes, this is the city most people visit for only 48 [...]