REW Travel

20/05/2026

At REW, I spend a lot of time encouraging people to travel differently: slower, more intentionally, more awake to the actual texture of their lives while they’re in motion.
So in the spirit of practicing what I preach…REW is officially shifting into European Summer Hours. 🇪🇸☀️
This season looks a little less “online” and a little more:
long dinners
jazz playing somewhere in the background
afternoon rainstorms
garden projects
soccer sidelines
books stacked beside the bed
wandering foreign grocery stores
late sunsets
figuring out who we are outside of productivity
There are still beautiful trips in motion behind the scenes (always), and current clients will continue to receive full support and care as their travels unfold. But the constant pace of content and online chatter? I’m letting some of that go quiet for a while.
Truthfully, I think travel is best designed by people who are still actively living. Still observing. Still curious. Still paying attention to beauty and humanity and place and conversation and art and food and weather and rhythm and all the little things that make a life feel rich.
That’s the energy I want REW built from.
So if responses are a touch slower, or stories become less frequent, just know I’m out gathering material for the next chapter. ✨
Wishing all of you a beautiful summer — whatever that means in your corner of the world.

13/04/2026

A little behind-the-scenes on how your trips actually come together…
I’ve been sharing bits of our upcoming trip to Spain, and I realized there’s something most people don’t fully see.
The division of roles.
When I plan a trip, I’m the architect.
I’m thinking about the why behind everything—
the pacing, the energy of each place, how it all flows together, what will actually make this trip feel like yours.
I’m holding the big picture.
But I’m not the one physically on the ground in Spain making sure your driver shows up on time, your guide knows your kids’ names, or that your transition from hotel → activity → train → next destination happens without friction.
That’s where partners like Family Twist come in.
They’re the builder.
They take the vision and execute it—beautifully.
They’re confirming every transfer.
Vetting every guide.
Adjusting in real time when something inevitably shifts (because something always does).
They are the reason you’re not standing on a curb in a foreign country wondering where your car is.
Or trying to coordinate three different confirmations in a language you may or may not speak…with your kids melting down beside you.
Could you piece all of this together yourself?
Of course.
But what you can’t replicate is the seamlessness.
The invisible handoff from one moment to the next.
The feeling that everything is just…handled.
So that instead of managing logistics,
you’re actually present.
With your kids.
With your partner.
Inside the experience you spent so much time and money creating.
That’s the difference.
Not just access.
Not just recommendations.
But orchestration.
And when it’s done well—you barely notice it.
Which is exactly the point.

12/04/2026

Why you shouldn’t book with me.

If you want a beautiful hotel, a well-known name, and a trip that checks all the boxes—you don’t need me.

The internet is very good at that. You can easily book that yourself, in your pajamas with a cup of coffee.

And so are a lot of excellent Virtuoso Travel advisors. If your goal is something like a Four Seasons stay, I’ll happily point you in that direction. I’ve worked with Fisher & Stout and she’s exceptional.

What I do is different.

I’m not trying to give you more options.

I’m trying to remove the wrong ones.

Because right now, there is so much to choose from that most trips start to look the same.

Different place, same experience.

The people who work with me aren’t looking for more.

They’re looking for someone to see clearly from lived experience and decide what actually matters.

That’s where a trip starts to feel like something.

30/03/2026

A helpful crowdsourced tool for you in these trying and uncertain TSA times, my friends: https://www.linetime.at

I will continue to lovingly suggest you get TSA Precheck AND CLEAR- and in some cases the TSA touchless ID- just to cover all your bases and speed through security as best you can.

Crowdsourced TSA security wait times — submitted by real travelers.

29/03/2026

There are certain moments when a calendar drop feels less like logistics…and more like a *summons.*

The Opéra national de Paris just released their 2026/27 season and I audibly gasped when I saw it: **Turandot is back.**

If you know, you *know.*

This is not just another night at the opera.
This is velvet seats + a hushed Parisian audience + that first, unmistakable swell of Giacomo Puccini’s score…

…and then *Nessun dorma.*

The kind of moment that makes you sit a little straighter.
That reminds you why you book the trip in the first place.

Because travel—real travel—isn’t just about where you stay.
It’s about placing yourself inside something unforgettable.

And Paris in opera season?
It delivers that in a way very few places on earth can.

If this is your sign to build a trip around a single, breathtaking experience…take it.

I already am.

✨ Who’s coming with me?

Giacomo Puccini

15/03/2026

Team Carry-On vs. Team Checked Bag

Had a funny travel debate with a new friend recently. She is vehemently Team Checked Bag. Meanwhile another friend and I were sitting there like… absolutely not. Carry-on for life.

To me, waiting at baggage claim feels like the travel version of purgatory. You’ve already landed, you’re ready to start the trip—and now you’re just standing there staring at a conveyor belt hoping your bag shows up... iffffff it shows up?

Over the years I’ve actually come to enjoy the challenge of a carry-on. How little can I bring and still feel like myself stylistically? A few dresses, a good hat, sandals, maybe a layer—and suddenly you’re building entirely different outfits out of the same little capsule.

It’s not really about minimalism. It’s about editing.

I’ve even managed to convert my mom to Team Carry-On, and my kids are now carry-on travelers too. (Which feels like a parenting win)

Now, obviously there are exceptions. Ski trips get a checked bag hall pass. But otherwise… if it doesn’t fit in a carry-on, it probably doesn’t need to come.

So I’m curious:
Are you Team Carry-On or Team Checked Bag?
And if you’re firmly Team Checked Bag… I’d genuinely love to hear your case. 😄

02/03/2026

I don’t think it’s an accident that I left Spain in love with the color combination of blood red and saffron yellow. 💛🇪🇸❤️

Those colors feel like the country itself — heat and sun, danger and devotion, ceremony and fire.

Spain carries a brutal history in its bones. You feel it in the stone, in cathedral shadows stretching across ancient plazas, in the pregnant silence before music begins, in the way emotion isn’t diluted. There is an intensity there that is different. Passion is not decorative — it’s lived. Pride is not loud — it’s embodied.

You even see it in the landscape.

As you drive through the countryside, across different autonomías, the silhouette of the Osborne Group bull rises unexpectedly against the horizon. Stark. Black. Graphic. The Osborne bull stands alone against the harsh terrain — unapologetic, immovable, iconic.

That image has stayed with me for years.

There is something about that contrast — the brutal sun against the dark form — that captures Spain’s essence. Strength without ornament. Symbol without explanation.

You see that same intensity in the art.

In the dark, defiant majesty of Francisco Goya.
In the spiritual elongation and storm-lit skies of El Greco.
In the fractured boldness of Pablo Picasso — beauty and brutality sharing the same canvas.

You see it in the flamenco dancer — spine lifted, chin steady, skirt cutting the air like a blade.
You hear it in the powerful female vocalists of southern Spain — voices that do not ask permission. Ancient. Commanding. Fierce. Women not to be taken lightly.

Like the bullfighter circling his opponent in the ring — measured, controlled, fully present.
Like the relentless cante of Camarón de la Isla — aching, powerful, impossible to ignore and impossible to forget.

That energy stays with you.

When I lived there, I absorbed more than language or landmarks. I absorbed essence. My posture shifted. It shaped my emotional resilience — it was by no means a walk in the park culturally. Spain demands presence. It sharpens you.

Spaniards are exceptionally well dressed. Not in a try-hard way. In a composed way. Even in the heat. Even casually. There is intention. There is polish. There is self-respect woven into daily life. I firmly believe cultural respect begins the moment you step foot on foreign soil.

Dressing for the occasion in Spain means being pulled together. Structured silhouettes. Clean lines. Color with conviction. Nothing sloppy. Nothing accidental.

Because style is a signal that speaks before you do. It tells the culture hosting you: I see you. I honor you. I came prepared.

Travel transforms us.

But how we dress determines how we meet that transformation- I am ready to be transformed again. ✨❤️💛