Days bleed together when you’re on the road. Dates, hours, and alarm clocks become mere suggestions.

Your time is filled with long drives and aimless strolls that conjure up a thought or two about a thing or two. And sometimes they amble into the land of spreadsheets an...

If you ever find yourself in zipping through Montana I recommend two things:

First, slowing down.

Second, stopping in a town posing as a city called, Bozeman. You’ll be glad you did both.

Bozeman sits in the southwest corner of The Big Sky State and is one of those Americ...

I think I’m starting to get the hang of this Montana thing. Yesterday, before pushing off for Glacier National Park, my friend and I headed for South Higgins Avenue; a strip in downtown Missoula we’ve affectionately coined “hipster row.” Yes, there are hipsters here or...

Yesterday at about 10:30 am, my friend Tonya and I set out for Butte. The nearly two-hour drive was a pleasant one. 90 East runs right through some of the most beautiful mountains you’ll likely ever have the good fortune of seeing, along with a sky that belongs on a ca...

I used to listen to a motivational speaker who loved to say, "The best time to use a map is before you get lost in the woods." It was supposedly an expression used in his native Montana; a claim I questioned each time I heard it.

So it was strange when those bulky prose...

Lisbon, Portugal

5:20 pm

The last day for any journey is always a bit sad, at least for me. Regardless of how eye-opening or adventurous my momentary being in another time zone was, saying goodbye never gets all that easy. Maybe it's because the older you get the less su...

7:30 pm

Coimbra, Portugal

This morning I ambled through streets with melodic names like Sa Da Bandeira and Rua de Tomar. Avenues that may mean little to you and perhaps by tomorrow, me as well. Though somehow I doubt the latter.

If yesterday, I walked through the heart of...

5:54 pm

Coimbra, Portugal

This evening I walked past a packed little concert hall minutes before a Fado performance. Fado, is kind of a staple around these parts. It's a unique style of traditional Portuguese music originating from nighttime serenades from university stu...

6:51 pm

Porto, Lisbon

Tomorrow I bid farewell to Porto. I ended  up extending my stay by a day so I could take one final stroll around the city that effortlessly stole a piece of me. I must've walked about 6 miles this afternoon as I casually ambled past busy cafes, chur...

4:57 pm

Braga, Portugal

This morning I headed over to Sao Bento Station located in the heart of Porto. I've noticed regardless of what terminal you board from, whether Grand Central or Budapest-Keleti, a few things rarely, if ever, alter. By this I mean the colorful char...