A few years ago, I unearthed a travel journal from a month-long trip to Europe that I took in 2006. As I reviewed its pages, I was struck by just how many details of the trip I had completely forgotten. And if the memories of a once-in-a lifetime trip that was so impactful to me could fade away – how much of my day-to-day life is lost? Sensations, emotions, achievements, losses, experiences from the mundane to the exceptional, all transforming from that specific moment in time to become that day, that week, that year, that life…

As I get older and gain a better understanding of how fragile, how brief, and how precious life really is, it's become even more important to me to me experience it to its fullest and to try to retain all of those little moments that might otherwise get lost. It's with this idea that I started the process of recording these moments – a travel journal, of sorts.

A travel journal for life.

Sunday, June 24, 2012


My buh came to town! Our first order of business was going to Fatheads – Hans had been craving a Fatheads sammich and needed one, stat!  And who can blame him?    
This is a Fatheads Sammich:

This is a Hans, halfway through a Fatheads Sammich:


i think i can...

And that pretty much set the tone for our weekend.
An impressive show of Nielsen gastrointestinal fortitude, for certain!

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