
A collection of real moments, from stays and hikes to hands-on workshops, each shaped by presence, not perfection.
High above the Sacred Valley, this wasn’t just a stay, it was a convergence of altitude, ancestry, and awe. The kind of experience that lingers, and the kind I seek to document, share, and elevate.
In early 2020, I left Mexico after four years of living, learning, and slowly exploring the country by road. This video captures the day I packed my car, crossed the border alone, and returned to the U.S. during the early days of the pandemic.
It wasn’t just the end of a chapter. It was a shift in pace, presence, and what it meant to move forward with uncertainty. Looking back, this quiet, unfiltered day became one of the most defining transitions in my journey.
In the desert basin of Cuatro Ciénegas, time moves differently. Beneath still turquoise pools and wind-carved gypsum dunes live some of the oldest microbial life forms on Earth, organisms that date back nearly 3.5 billion years.
Walking here felt less like visiting a destination and more like stepping into a fragment of Earth’s origin story. The silence wasn’t empty. It was ancient. The pools aren’t just beautiful—they’re alive with the past, holding evolutionary clues that have drawn scientists, not just travelers.
Some places aren’t meant to be understood quickly. Cuatro Ciénegas is one of them.
Each video captures a moment I said yes, to a place, a class, a trail, a quiet hour spent paying attention. Some were spontaneous. Others planned. All helped me notice what resonates, what doesn’t, and what lingers.
These aren’t highlights. They’re glimpses of process. A cooking class where familiar ingredients, garlic, lime, chilies, took on an entirely different flavor through technique, context, and care. A ceramics studio where a cracked bowl was repaired, not discarded, its flaw becoming the most beautiful detail. Or the quiet intensity of shaping clay, where one clumsy gesture collapsed a form, and one small adjustment brought it back.
There were hikes too. The kind that left me breathless, legs burning, questioning my sanity. But then I’d stop, take a breath, look around, and watch the landscape stretch wide in ways I hadn’t expected. The quiet pattern of light through trees. A ridgeline sharp against the sky. Nature, unrushed and unapologetic, reminding me to gather myself and keep going.
Some experiences were tiring. Some lit something up. Each became a way to test what I value and what I want to carry forward. Over time, these small experiments have shaped how I travel, and what I look for in the experiences, people, and brands I engage with.
This portfolio isn’t polished. It’s personal. A visual record of motion, attention, and the quiet discoveries that surface when you give something your full presence.
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