If there’s one thing Ireland teaches you, it’s how to listen. To the sea. To the silence in an old chapel. To a stranger’s story told over pints in a…

New England hmmm! What to say I think there’s a certain kind of magic tucked into the veins of New England’s winding roads. It’s not the kind you find in…

There’s a moment that still lives in my bones. Somewhere among Flåm and Aurland, winding thru a ribbon of road stitched tight along the brink of the fjord, my little…