A place that felt like a memory, not discovery Georgia had been on my mind long before I actually got there.In a vague, romantic, probably inaccurate way. Mountains, wine, soul-searching.…

I had 52 hours. Which, in aviation math, is either nothing or everything — depending on how stubborn you are. So, basically, either laughably short or dangerously enough to convince…

A feeling of "home" on the other side of the world I arrived in Christchurch slightly cross-eyed from a multi-sector flight and the kind of jet lag that makes you…