Semi-regular updates of our comings and goings.

Whenever we travel, I take copious notes so that I can write a "report" on the trip for family and friends. On this page, you'll find links to the numerous reports I've written since the turn of the century. For older trips, see the archive at the bottom of the page.

PUERTO RICO: SPRING 2007

We spend a week in America's 51st state, home to Ricky Martin, Jimmy Smits, Jennifer Lopez and countless baseball players (about whom I couldn't care less).

ATHENS, SANTORINI & CRETE: SPRING 2006

We visit another of the world's great, ancient civilizations: Greece (specifically, Athens, Santorini and Crete). Birthplace of Democracy and other stuff. Like, olive oil probably. Maybe the Olympics or something?

BALI, INDONESIA: FALL 2005

Our big trip this year was to Bali, Indonesia. We had no idea what to expect other than warm weather and blue water. It didn't disappoint. And on the plus side, we didn't get blown up by religious terrorists.

PARIS, FRANCE: FALL 2005

UNDER CONSTRUCTION: Still freelancing at the time, I was once again "available" to tag along when Amy had to jet to Paris, France for a business meeting.

BEIJING, CHINA: SPRING 2005

Amy got sent on a business trip to Beijing, China, and since I didn't have a job at the time, I tagged along. I got to stay in a sweet, 4-star hotel for a week, playing tourist in China's capital city. After which, all I can say is, Serendipity totally rules!

SINGAPORE & MALAYSIA: FALL 2004

This year, we had two weeks to kill and thought, "Where better to go for vacation than Southeast Asia?" No one said anything, so we went to Singapore & Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia for no good reason whatsoever. We're nutty like that.

Sint Maarten, Netherlands Antilles: FALL 2003

We exchanged 60,000 frequent flyer miles for a midnight red-eye flight that arrived 14 hours later in balmy Sint Maarten, Netherlands Antilles (or is it Saint Martin, French West Indies? Whatever.) for a week of R&R: rum & reclining.

Rome, Florence, Venice, Paris & London: SPRING 2003

For years, people have been telling me stories about a place called "Europe," a mystical land argued to be the equal of—and even better in many respects than—the United States. I found this concept almost incomprehensible, and so, had to see the place for myself.

Cabo San Lucas, Mexico: SUMMER 2002

Calling Cabo San Lucas a beautiful place is understating the obvious. This tropical paradise is awash with cloudless, azure skies and warm, jade waters, home to 80% of all undersea life. It is the definition of a warm weather vacation spot. That being said, we'll never go back.

Middleton, California: FALL 2001

Commemorating our mutual reticence to belly-flop back into the dating pool, my wife and I spent our 6th anniversary North of San Francisco at a B&B for a few days of R&R, but instead, we got DP-ed. I hope The Fates got a good chuckle out of it at least.

Juno, Alaska: SPRING 2001

Okay, let’s dispense with the whole "cruise" issue right up front. A lot of snobby, pretentious jerks think cruises are tacky, low-brow experiences exclusively for people who’ve never before seen saltwater up-close. And being snobby, pretentious jerks ourselves, we tend to agree. But that didn't stop us from going on one.

Costa Rica: FALL 2000

If you're thinking of going to Mexico, you may want to save your pesos, Amigo. I've been there and I can honestly say that—as an ugly, uni-lingual American who gets all twitchy when people start talking funny—Costa Rica is a better place to go (unless, of course, you're looking for cockfights). Two weeks in poverty-stricken Nirvana, (aka, Our trip to Costa Rica.)

Costanoa, California: FALL 2000

It was that time of year again. We had to think of something to do for our fifth anniversary and, since life had been going along pretty well up until now, we thought "Hey, let's screw it up by going camping!". Now, both Amy and I had camped as kids, but we quickly wised up and never went again. But we'd heard of a strange property about an hour and a half south of SF, owned and operated by a trendy, yuppie designer-type hotelier, so we figured how bad could it be?

Vancouver, Canada: SUMMER 2000

Before visiting Vancouver, I had pretty much written off Canada as The Land Cultural Diversity Forgot. Not to mention Summer. My impression of Canada was that of a snow-covered, Winter wonderland that never thawed out. So I wasn't too thrilled about the prospect of shooting a TV commercial in Vancouver.

Playboy Mansion, California: SPRING 2000

Saying that visiting the Playboy Mansion was cool is a textbook example of understatement. Like all straight, red-blooded American young men, the Playboy mansion represents your one-stop mecca, nirvana and holy land all wrapped up in one silicone-padded asylum. After 30 years of searching, I find my dream house: The Playboy Mansion.

ARCHIVE: PRE-2000

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