Hi, I’m Scott. And I’m absolutely obsessed with travel!
I took my first international trip way back in high school. I spent one glorious, life-changing week in Mexico with my Spanish teacher and a handful of classmates.
From the moment I stepped foot on foreign soil I couldn’t seem to stay with the others.
You know what the first thing I found out was? Even though I’d studied Spanish for all those years, I couldn’t understand most of what anybody said. Even worse, everything I tried to say seemed to come out wrong.
I didn’t let that stop me, though.
While my classmates bronzed their bodies under the hot Mexican sun, I wandered the streets of Acapulco on foot, poking through flea markets and trying to barter for hidden treasures.
I actually got lost for one heart-stopping hour. I admit, I was a little scared. For a couple of minutes.
But I didn’t care. I eventually found the main road and made it back to my hotel no worse for the wear.
From that moment on, the bug had me good.
I’m always amazed at the adventures I have when I travel to new places. I’m completely hooked.
I’m always amazed at the adventures I have when I travel to new places. I’m completely hooked.Steering clear of venomous lionfish, exploring the second-largest coral reef in the world…
Scaling crumbling Mayan pyramids still half-submerged in the dirt…
Stumbling into a seedy discotheque filled with drug dealers and ladies of the night…
Climbing a prickly tree only to have fire ants swarm up my swim trunks…
Blissed out on tantric retreat in the mountains of upstate New York…
Signing a waiver so I could leave the resort in Jamaica just to snatch up that perfect handmade souvenir…
Slipping into the woods on the side of the Interstate to pick wild blackberries…
Daring to drop it all on a nude beach… (Definitely don’t forget the sunblock!)
I know the best adventures are always found off the beaten path.
And while I haven’t had a driver’s license in decades, I’ve never let my passport expire. (I’m on my fourth one.)
Travel has special meaning in your 40s and beyond. You look at the world around you with a heightened appreciation that can only come from the wisdom of years.
Even if you do still feel like a college freshman on Spring break.
(And, hey, I’ve been known to indulge in one cocktail too many on occasion.)
I travel solo even when I have people with me. I was never very good at that whole “stay with the group” thing.
I live for the quirky, offbeat, insane experiences that you can only find in the dusty corners of local haunts and behind those unmarked doors.
Sliding in a cave at dusk to feel the soft wings of bats brushing my face as they emerge to feast? Yes, please!
You won’t find cruise ship excursions here. No fancy boutiques or high-end hotels.
No crowds? Even better.
Just me, my camera… and maybe Google translate.
Pour me one more shot of bitters from that murky bottle of jungle medicine on the bar.
I’m always scoping out tips for my next excursion even while I’m in the middle of my latest one.
And I absolutely love taking you along with me. I hope you enjoy the view from out here!
I cannot wait to see what’s around the next corner.