• Missing Home

    Another long overnight flight, again in economy.  Last time was Doha, before that was Hangzhou.  This trip is to Dubai.  The more I travel, the more I long for Milwaukee.  Despite what you may have heard, Milwaukee is lovely, especially in the summertime, but it is...
  • A Thanksgiving Resolution

    Once upon a time there was a boy who loved to fly around the world using his miles and points. Around the globe he flew, visiting the far corners of the world; meeting new people and surveying new lands. The boy grew into a man and...
  • Travel from a Luxury Hotel Room and Airline Lounge?

    In my first piece, I argued that travel is fundamentally about experiencing life in the shoes of others. That means that those who seek refuge in airline lounges and western hotel chains fail to experience the essence of what it means to travel, right? Absolutely wrong....
  • The Afghanistan Dilemma

    It was a brisk winter day, but heat from a black wood-burning stove warmed the room.  Sunlight streamed in from outside and the sound of the rushing river outside was audible over the din of voices inside. Faded floral wallpaper covered the south wall and on...
  • Humiliation, a Cultural Learning Tool

    After visiting 125 counties, I would like to assume that I am a fairly cultured guy, but I keep learning that I have much to learn… Case in point: the whole shoe thing. Disclaimer: I am thoroughly American in my upbringing and cultural outlook. I like...
  • Married to an Itinerant Man

    Does familiarity breed contempt or does distance make the heart grow fond? You tell most people I’m gone for half the year and they’d probably guess the former. I won’t tell you how many times my friends or family have asked me if my marriage is...
  • Why I Travel

    125 countries into this beautiful world of ours, I offer an observation that will ring trite to those who can also boast about how thick your passport is – the more you know, the more you find out how little you actually know. From social etiquette...
  • Jamaica – meh

    My lack of love for the island nation isn’t reserved solely for those guests and hosts at the Holiday Inn Resort Jamaica – though the apathy is off the charts. There just wasn’t a ton to love in the country as we found. We like to...
  • First Left, No

    I’ll never forget that feeling. The one where you know everyone’s eyes are on you. The feeling that you stick out like a bleeding sore thumb. That most uncomfortable and most awkward feeling trimmed full of anxiety. It’s like you’re walking in a sea of men...