The Places That Call to Me

My Travel Bucket List — and Why I’m Not Waiting Forever

🇮🇹 The Amalfi Coast, Italy

Because some coastlines don’t just ask to be visited—they beg to be lived in. Cliffside lemon groves, winding roads, and that Italian charm that never misses. I want to swim, sip limoncello, and fall in love with everything.

🇭🇷 Croatia

Island-hopping, old town charm, and Adriatic blues that look better in real life than any filter. Croatia is the Mediterranean’s best-kept secret, and I’m ready to explore it all—slow mornings, cliff dives, and nights by the sea.

🌲 Maine

Cozy cabins, rocky coasts, and a summer pace I’m craving. Maine feels like the kind of quiet that heals, with wild blueberries, boat days, and bonfires that stretch into the stars.

🌺 Kailua, Hawaii

Give me the stillness. The salt. The kind of healing you only find waist-deep in turquoise water. Kailua feels like barefoot mornings and heart-wide-open evenings. A home I haven’t met yet.

⛵️ Sailing in Greece or the British Virgin Islands

Waking up to the sea, anchoring in hidden coves, and watching sunsets from the deck. A sailboat, a crew, maybe no shoes for a week. Just salt air and freedom.

🐪 Morocco – Marrakech & the Dunes

Colors that don’t exist anywhere else. I want the chaos of the souks and the silence of the sand. To board the dunes at golden hour, ride a camel into the stillness, and drink tea under desert stars.

🏜️ Zion National Park, Utah

Towering red rocks, hikes that push me, and skies that stretch forever. Zion feels like perspective. And I’m chasing it.

🎈 Cappadocia, Turkey

The kind of beauty that floats. A sky full of hot air balloons over ancient landscapes—I want to see it with my own eyes. Because some things just can’t be captured.

🎆 Fourth of July in Nantucket

Red, white, and bougie. I want lobster rolls, bike rides, fireworks over the water, and the kind of Americana that feels like a movie.

🧘🏻‍♀️ Karma Surf Retreat, Algarve Portugal

Wellness. Surf. Simplicity. Portugal has my heart already, and I can only imagine how transformative this coastal escape will be—movement, mindfulness, and mornings that start with waves.

🛻 Road Trip through Colorado — Crested Butte to Lake Powell

This is about chasing freedom. Wildflowers, alpine lakes, and roads that ask for good playlists and open windows. Colorado’s calling, and I’m driving straight into it.

❄️ Blue Lagoon, Iceland

Steam rising, snow falling. A place where fire and ice coexist. I want to float in it all—warmth, wonder, and wildness.

🏝️ Na Pali Coast, Kauai

Jagged cliffs, secret beaches, waterfalls that feel ancient. This stretch of Hawaii feels untouched, and I want to lose myself in it for a while.

🇵🇪 Peru – Machu Picchu & Beyond

Not just ruins—ritual. I want to hike through history, breathe mountain air, and listen to what the land has to say.

🌴 Sri Lanka

Trains through tea country. Temples, surf towns, and something spiritual woven through it all. Sri Lanka isn’t just a destination—it’s a calling.

🎒 Bali with My Mom

Because Lisa told me so, and some adventures are meant to be shared. I want to show her the places that made me feel alive, and find new ones together.

🇯🇵 Hiroshima, Japan

The place I was born but never knew. This is more than a trip—it’s a return. I want to walk the streets with open eyes, connect to roots I haven’t yet touched, and write a new chapter.

⛴ The Yacht Week (Anywhere, Honestly)

Sailing. Community. Chaos and connection. The kind of shared magic that happens when strangers become friends in the middle of the sea.

🇪🇺 All of Italy + Europe in One Big Month

Rome. Paris. Cinque Terre. Lake Como. The kind of trip where every train ride leads to another dream. I want to do it all—intentionally, chaotically, beautifully.

🐾 African Safari Adventure (Jeep Tour + Desert Day)

Elephants. Camels. Sandboarding. A packed lunch under the shade of something wild. I want to experience the pulse of the land—sacred and sprawling.

🧂 Bolivia – The Salt Flats

A mirror to the sky. I want to stand in the middle of nothing and feel everything. Bolivia looks like the edge of the world in the best way.

🦬 Montana + Jackson Hole, Wyoming

Big sky country. Nature that puts you in your place. I want cabin mornings, hikes that challenge me, and stars that stop me in my tracks.

🐂 Pamplona, Spain – The Bull Run

This one’s about adrenaline. Tradition. Movement and madness. It’s about feeling alive in a crowd of strangers.

🌊 Outer Banks, North Carolina

Laid-back beaches, bikes on sand, and that Southern coastal charm. The kind of place where you go to breathe and remember how to be.

🌈 Cinque Terre + Lake Como, Italy

One is color and cliffs, the other is quiet luxury. I want both. Aperol with a view. Pasta in the sun. That’s the dream.

🌴 Maldives

Overwater bungalows and underwater wonder. I want to wake up here—just once. Because sometimes paradise is worth chasing.

🚁 Great Barrier Reef, Australia

Helicopter views of coral rainbows. A whole world beneath the surface. I want to fly, float, and feel it all.

🌸 Japan with My Parents

We’ve talked about it for years. I want to make it real. Sushi in Tokyo, temples in Kyoto, memories in Hiroshima - the place where our story began.

🌋 Maui, Hawaii

Lush hikes, volcanic beaches, and a different kind of rhythm. Maui feels like nature and nurture all at once.

🌿 Madeira, Portugal

They call it the Hawaii of Europe. I call it a must. Dramatic cliffs, black sand beaches, and adventure tucked into every corner.

These destinations aren’t just places to check off a list—they’re parts of a story I want to write. A story full of solo train rides, unexpected connections, the kind of sunrises that make you believe in something bigger.

So here's to chasing that story. To showing up. To booking the flight, even when the plan isn't perfect. Because more often than not, the places that call to us... end up being exactly where we’re meant to go.

A SLOW, STEADY - CHS Summer.

Charleston has a way of slowing time. Of softening your shoulders and stretching out golden hours like they’re infinite. I spent a summer here four years ago during an internship, falling in love with the calm, the charm, and the cobblestone rhythm of it all—and I’ve found my way back more than once since. I’d grab a sandwich from Ted’s Butcher Shop, toss it in my beach bag, and head straight for the sand—no plans, no rush, just sunshine and saltwater.

Mornings were made for slow strolls along The Battery, afternoons for lounging poolside at The Wanderer, and evenings for sunset pickleball and marsh views that made you forget what day it was. Charleston moves at its own pace—somewhere between a southern drawl and the soundtrack of a dreamy summer film.

The lighthouses, the stillness of the marsh, the way the light hits just right… it’s not just a place you visit. It’s a place you feel. And if you’re lucky, it calls you back.

LET'S REDROCK - CO

Denver is where the wild and the grounded coexist. Where I ice-skated in McGregor Square under twinkling lights while Elf played above me, and where I learned I wasn’t half bad at snowboarding—bruises and all. I made a custom hat that felt like it held my edge and grittiness, wandered LoDo after dinner reservations that turned into memories, and hopped between breweries with no agenda other than good laughs and great beer.

I watched sunsets from Red Rocks that made the world stand still. Played cards in a hidden speakeasy called Run For The Roses—ordering drinks with a wink and a winning hand. I took pit stops in Boulder for rooftop drinks at Avanti and first-timer bites at In-N-Out. I had margs at Rio Grande, the kind that hit harder than expected, and quesadillas that hit the soul.

I took a cooking class at Stir, I wandered, I drove aimlessly into the mountains just to feel small again. Colorado is the kind of place that reminds you you’re alive. A dream you wake up from wishing you were still asleep. From Breckenridge to Steamboat Springs, Copper Mountain to Denver—I’ve been a handful of times, and every stop has carved a memory that sticks. There’s something about this state that feels like coming home to somewhere you’ve never lived. It left its mark. And I can’t wait to go back.