Our friends’ wedding in Europe (Sweden), is what brought us back across the pond with a stopover in Copenhagen (Denmark) for 2 days. This was to be our first trans-Atlantic trip after last year’s memorable 8-month journey around the world. My initial gut feeling was “how do I do this?” as if I had lost my instincts for a “normal” trip, one lasting less than a week. Nonetheless I was pumped about visiting a part of the world neither Brigitte nor I had seen before. Continue reading
A year ago (on June 1st), Brigitte and I flew out of New York’s JFK Airport and took on the world. We had embarked on an 8-month journey that saw us through more than two dozen countries spanning 5 continents. Trip of a lifetime? ..unequivocally YES!
Somehow I wish we could go back in time and do it all over again. I suppose the best we could do right now is to relive it in pictures. Here’s a compilation of some of our favorites.
I’ve always subscribed to the notion that food tastes best from its source – and the same would go for wine. One of the things our journey afforded us was the opportunity to put this notion to the test. We made it a point to visit as many wine regions as possible and indulge in some of their finest wines. Continue reading
I’ve always been a huge fan of graffiti and the street art movement. Growing up in New York City or the “cradle of graffiti culture” has been an amazing experience. I’ll never forget the fully tagged subway cars of the late 70s and 80s. And now living in Brooklyn is another blessing for appreciating this permeating phenomenon.
Graffiti and street art add another dimension to a city’s character. While traveling around the world we encountered tons of amazing examples that made places like Brussels, Belgrade, Berlin, Melbourne Continue reading
We came across hundreds if not thousands of bicycles along our journey. Places like Holland and Vietnam certainly stood out in terms of abundance.
As pervasive instruments of transport or subtle subjects of photography, bicycles around the world lightened up our trip. A toast to them! Continue reading
St. Martin is special to us. We started going down in February of 2010, soon after our friends Jenn and Mark relocated there. The first time we visited them in the town of Grand Case we fell in love with the island’s mellow vibe and the pristine beaches and waters. It also happened to be Mardi Gras on the night we landed which gave us a taste of Grand Case’s robust cultural flavor. There was plenty of revelry pouring down the main street with flashy costumes while drums and whistles lit up the scene. Continue reading
We never really gave much thought to coming home, after all it always seemed so distant and somewhat unwelcoming. And besides that, we were having so much fun on the road. New York City in January/February can be brutally cold and gloomy. On top of that, prospecting for new jobs and readjusting to the city’s ultra rapid beat would compound a pretty heavy duty “to do” list. Reality sure has a way of bluntly making itself present. Which is why we eased our way back into New York, trying to avert shock at all costs. Continue reading
There was one final stop to make before getting back to New York where our journey started almost 8 months ago. That place was Washington DC/Maryland and Virginia. We have a bundle of friends there most of whom date back to Brigitte’s college days. We planned on 3 nights in the area and knew we’d be perpetually surrounded with friends and good times. There was much to catch up on, new baby additions to their families, new houses, the latest news, and seeing their toddlers for the first time in over 8 months. Continue reading
It took us about 8 hours by car to reach Charleston from Naples (Florida), which put us there around 8pm. We were very excited about visiting the town’s historic parts the next morning so we got an early start. Known for its southern hospitality and politeness, Charleston’s American roots run deep as does its religious tolerance (it was one of the first American towns to allow religious freedom to non-Catholics). Interestingly, it’s also the place that sparked the first battles leading to the Civil War. Continue reading
The inevitable – returning home to America – had finally happened. Facing a 9.5 hour long flight from Fiji to Los Angeles, we had plenty of time to reflect over the past 7 months. I was wired with emotion and reluctant to fully understand that the next country we’d land in was “home”. Brigitte too was overcome by sadness and just as incredulous about our 7 months having expired. As I wrestled with the notion of this is it – the end – Brigitte seemed to effortlessly find the alternative, sleep. But as the overnight flight bounced its way across the Pacific Ocean, I was kept awake for just about the entire ride. Continue reading