I’m 36, mustache since 19, still fit in the same flat cap I bought in a Prague market in 2010. Born in the Midwest, raised on cornfields and dreams of everywhere else. Spent my twenties doing the “proper” job thing until one day I sold my car, bought a one-way ticket, and never really came home.
How this whole thing started
2017, standing in a Georgian village at 3 a.m. completely lost, drunk on homemade wine, being force-fed more khinkali by a grandma who didn’t speak English. I realized two things:
This is the best night of my life.
I have to find a way to share nights like this without turning them into tourist traps.

So I started writing the exact routes I’d want my best friend to have, short enough to do on a long weekend or a week off, real enough that you come home with stories instead of fridge magnets.
Why “field trip”
Because every trip still feels like sneaking out of school to see something incredible. Because I’m still that kid pressing his face against the window of the world, I just get to bring you with me now.
What I believe
Slow > fast
One perfect taco stand > ten “must-see” lists
Talking to strangers is the whole point
A carry-on is plenty and checked bags are a scam
The best views belong to the ones who wake up early or stay up late
Five years, 50+ countries, one backpack, zero regrets (okay, maybe one in Moscow, long story).
If you’re here, you probably feel the same itch. Grab your passport. Let’s go make some stories.
Kohl
Still on the road, still answering every email himself.