I stayed in Oaxaca for 2-months in 2014. It was the major life event that shaped the rest of my life. And so, it became my primary mission to recreate the opportunity of transformational travel for everyone else.

It seems like yesterday that I was a happy-go-lucky anthropology student at Cornell riding around the Finger Lakes and teaching bicycle instruction to wide-eyed freshman. After graduation, it seemed natural that I would expand my pedaling horizons to Europe, seek out my Italian roots in Le Marche.

Sometimes there are moments that are just meant to happen for an unknown reason. I was once again surrounded by everything we talk about as what’s beautiful in the great outdoors – the sky, the rocks, interesting plants, unique wildlife and the sounds of the Australian bush. 

I’m leading a group of eight women running along a narrow dirt trail in Spain that overlooks the Mediterranean Sea. The sun warms this early spring day, making it idea for running. The humid air fills my nostrils and I revel in the smell of the salty sea. Then a surge of pain steals my attention. 

Almost three years ago I had an awakening. An awakening to a part of myself that was lying dormant, unnourished, and unseen. The creative part. The silly part. The loving part.