A Way To End All Days

I love sunsets.

My best friend Cecil can definitely attest to this. We have experienced many a setting sun together (and an equal amount of sunrises also) in a few different countries. The sunsets with Cecil I will always remember are the Taj Mahal in India, on the beaches in Koh Samet and Pattaya, Thailand, at Yosemite National Park with our dogs, on the ferry from Sausalito with the Golden Gate between us and the sun and all the ones from our race across northern India in the Rickshaw Run. Other memorable sunsets for me were in Bali on the beach, Lombok watching the sunset drop into the crater of a volcano making it seem as if it were erupting, at the Shangri-La Resort in Boracay, the beach in Arrifana, Portugal, and the Icelandic Horse sunset in Iceland. Not to mention countless ones in Santa Monica and Chicago where I resided over the past 19 years (see my photos from sunsets around the world here). The most beautiful one I have witnessed occurred two months ago in Granada, Spain, and you can read that blog post here

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Friends + Wine = Porto Wine Hostel!

Friends and Wine. Is there a better combination?

To me, the best thing about traveling, isn’t the site seeing, exploring the architecture of a city or the beautiful countryside, nor is it experiencing the local culture and its culinary specialties. Please don’t misunderstand me, those are all fantastic and I cherish each one. When I reflect back on any adventure or journey, what I most fondly recall are the encounters with locals and other travelers that blossom quickly into friendships. God directed my journey, controlling the decisions I made of where to stop and how long to stay, so He could bring me to this exact spot at this exact time.

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“I’ll Ride The Wave, Where It Takes Me”

“He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee. A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw. Delivered him wings, “Hey, look at me now”
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh
He’s.. flying”

I sit alone, recalling, resting. Rejuvenated. Halfway through my second day of surfing in Arrifana, Portugal, I am nestled upon large gray rocks staring out at waves breaking on a 500M stretch of beach that rests perfectly beneath surrounding cliffs rising effortlessly into the heavens. The rocks upon which I sit give way to golden sand beckoning my presence to come frolic in the serenity of the tides that kiss gently its million years journey to this very spot. Soaking up the sun’s rays, I feel enlightened by nature encircling me as the breaking waves call out as they did yesterday as I first approached her kingdom. It’s request, “Come in and leave a bit of your legacy with us to share with shores around the world because like yours, our currents journey doesn’t end here. It carries on through every sunset and sees its way onward until the moon waves its goodbye to the new days light. Come join us for an exhilarating soulful awakening that will be shared by all who enter our purifying water. Your legacy will be bountiful to many.”

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