We rode TAZARA train through Tanzania, wine tasted our way through Oregon, California and the Okanagan. Once, we danced in 42°C heat to Santigold at Coachella. So many times you drove me along the Garden Route to/from Cape Town. The waves of Tofino pummeled our boards but not our smiles.
One night, we sprinted across a Malawian border crossing. We danced to show tunes in a tiny Palm Springs bar. We baked on South African/Tanzanian/ Mexican/Canadian beaches. The thickest rain storms in the Maritimes were no match for our wanderlust. We drank beer and wore ridiculous hats while boating through the Shuswap. We speaker danced with gaggles of pretty boys in Montreal, we snowshoed in Jasper and we played birthday beach croquet in Ucluelet. Read more