58 countries, no fixed address, and yes, it's a real job.

Sloths living wild in a city park, the most turquoise water I've ever seen at Isla Barú, and a final ceviche at a place I will never find again.

Five weeks in Medellín wrapped up, and now in Cartagena happily in the Caribbean heat. My dermatologist would not approve.

A spa day with a rooftop pool, all the food tours, butterflies at the Botanical Garden, and football in the rain with fans who gave absolutely everything.

A day trip to Guatapé, a Colombia history tour, a housing move I didn't plan for, and the sad story of Mr. Magoo.

Bad Bunny’s Super Bowl, a charming hilltop village inside the city, some sad goodbyes and a housing drama.

First week in Medellín: settling in, a famous salsa bar, and a neighborhood, formerly the world's most dangerous.

I changed my flight for one more day. Then I actually had to leave. Notre Dame, a charming canal, and a 5:30am taxi.

My last day in Paris. So I changed my flight and made it not my last day.

Tired legs, a hidden antique map shop, and a 1778 map I absolutely should not have left behind.

Months of online connection, long overdue hugs, and the most immersive dinner I've ever had.

I booked my Louvre ticket like a smart tourist. Then the staff went on strike.

Third time in Paris, zero pressure, and one very unexpected Ralph Fiennes moment.