Costa Rica was a whirlwind of stress, so we decided to dedicate our two weeks in Nicaragua to ch-ch-chiiiiillin'. We flew into Managua and set out directly for the sleepy beach town of Playa Gigante...

Prague saw us off in a fitting fashion and woke us up to a powdering of freshly fallen snow. Message heard load and clear: time for us to get outta here! Our flight from Prague...

By the start of day 4, we had a fairly consistent routine. Our guides would wake us up around 6AM, at which point we'd get dressed, pack our bags, and go grab a BIG 'ol breakfast...

To climb Kilimanjaro, you have to hire a company to guide you up the mountain. As in, you're not even allowed to go by yourself. So step one is to find a company to take you up...

The crew started trickling into Tanzania a few days prior to the start of our climb, giving the bros time to get over their jetlag, Soph the opportunity to take her last few showers, and me the chance to have my last few ("few") beers...

The overnight flight from Vienna to Ethiopia took a solid 14 hours (including one layover) so by the time we arrived in Addis Ababa we were feeling nice and sleepy. As in, Soph legitimately fell asleep while we were planning our next move. Fortunately, when it comes to caffeine...

While Soph was getting off at San Juan Capistrano, cheerily reflecting on how "surprisingly easy" the ride up had been, I was bracing for the remainder of my 5 and-a-half hour migration to Santa Barbara...

Our tour-de-SoCal kicked off in style in (it's a fact) the greatest city in the history of mankind, where we spent the weekend chillin' with the illustrious Kate and Brad. We were treated to curbside pickup...

After our whirlwind tour of Rome, we were ready to turn down the tourist and crank up the bro. The shift was swift and terrible. We landed in Split and we immediately cruised out...

We arrived in Rome the night of the fourth of July, where we met up with our favorite Mexican. Introducing: Alejandro Gonzalez Marcos Aurelios Muchacho Luchador LaBamba...

With light hearts and lighter wallets, we left the lands of midnight suns and jetted out for Budapest. We had a strict three-point plan...

Tired of the letter R, we swapped in a C and made the hop from Ireland to Iceland. What a difference a letter can make! The bus ride from the airport to Reykjavík...

I write these words a year delayed And yet I still feel dirty It feels like only yesterday That Bridge and Soph turned thirty...

New York lived up to expectations: it was a cold, wet, and miserable place... packed to the brim with cool stuff to do, awesome friends to do it with, and bountiful Smirnoffs to ice them with. Which is to say...

I left Portland a few days early so I could stop by Colorado to spend the weekend hanging with Sparkles. We drank a bunch of local microbrews, shred some gnarly Colorado pow...