December, the mid-nineties, Paris.

Plodding the dimly lit gothic interior of the Notre Dame, it suddenly occurred to me that I wanted to buy a blank scrapbook and put in it pictures and descriptions of all the places I’d been. Of course, I never did.

A few years later as I was coming home from school I pondered a similar notion of writing about my travels. No one had ever done that before, right?

And now here I am. There have been several incarnations of this site. Several different designs, attempts, and layouts. Each were deficient, just as this current one never feels updated or complete. But why should it be?

Whether you find this ‘blog’ insightful, interesting or painfully boring is up to you. For me its pure enjoyment and expression. The completion date is unknown, but let’s keep it that way. The fun is in the journey.