The Art of Being Elsewhere

At the midpoint of the climb, I took a moment — as any refined traveler should — to sit and admire the sheer grandeur before me. No city clamor. No tourists loudly comparing souvenir prices or lamenting the tragic absence of fast food. Just me.

This lush, soul-stirring Ionian island is known for its stunning beauty—turquoise coves, dramatic cliffs, pine-covered mountains, and villages that seem to grow out of the hillsides. But for me, Kefalonia is much more than just a beautiful destination. It’s a return to origin. A step into the living tapestry of my family’s story.

Another day stuck up here in the loft of my villa in the Seychelles. Raining again. Nothing to do but sort through my photo library—you know, the one documenting my globe-trotting career since 2018. That’s how long I’ve been on this party bus.

In a country obsessed with flat whites and single-origin espresso, seeing crowds of young people queue around the block for iced jasmine tea feels… surreal.