The first of many little love notes from me to you and the beginning of something really special.

I’ve never met anyone who came back from a trip wishing they hadn’t gone. But I’ve met a lot of people who wish they’d gone sooner.

There’s a certain kind of woman who’s good at everything. She’s the “together one.” And when she finally books a trip? She plans that, too.

There’s a moment in every great trip when logic and joy go head-to-head. This is not about food. It’s about freedom.

I take an unreasonable number of photos in Paris. It’s not about the photos themselves. It’s about what happens when I start looking for them.

It’s easy to postpone the trip. There’s always something more practical. But the responsible thing doesn’t always feed you.