Some journeys test more than our legs. They test our trust. During our Kumano Kodo pilgrimage in Japan, our group of ten set out on the first day’s hike from Takijiri-oji to the small mountain village of Takahara.

High in the mountains of Nepal, we woke before dawn to make our way toward Poon Hill for sunrise.

People often ask me which country has been my favorite. It’s a question I never quite know how to answer. Every country carries its own atmosphere, its own rhythm, and its own way of revealing beauty. How do you compare the silence of the Himalayas to the warmth of Italy, or the elegance of Japan to the vastness of Mongolia?

As I was clearing out old papers in my office, I came across something I almost didn’t keep. A simple card. It was from a trip to New Zealand many years ago. At the end of that journey, the group handed it to me — a card filled with handwritten notes from each traveler.

MAR 19, 2026 – APR 6, 2026

Over the years, we’ve traveled across continents together, walking ancient paths, exploring historic cities, sharing beautiful meals, and watching unforgettable sunrises and sunsets.

JAN 30, 2026 – FEB 12, 2026

MAR 18, 2027 – APR 5, 2027

OCT 1, 2027 – OCT 16, 2027