Every return to Paris teaches you something the previous visit did not. The city is not a destination. It is a conversation, one you have with yourself, in a language made entirely of light and stone.

I went to Kenya expecting wildlife. What I did not expect was the particular quality of quiet that settles over the landscape before dawn, or the feeling of standing in a place where the earth has been exactly this way for longer than language exists to describe it.

One of the questions I get asked most often is where I am traveling next. So here it is, a look at the trips on my calendar for the rest of the year, what I am most looking forward to, and what I hope to bring back.

The cherry blossoms draw crowds for a reason. The question is not whether to go during sakura season, it is how to design a week that lets you feel the beauty rather than simply photograph it.

The most underrated part of any extraordinary trip happens months before departure, in the quiet act of imagining it. What does this journey feel like? What does it give you? Knowing the answer to that question is what separates a trip you take from a trip that stays with you.

I just returned from Doha, and I am still processing it. The architecture alone is worth the trip. But what stayed with me was something quieter, the hospitality, the food, and the particular feeling of a country in active conversation with what it wants to become.

I have lived near San Francisco my whole American life, which means I have had the particular privilege of watching visitors fall in love with it for the first time over and over again. Here is how I would spend a long weekend if I were arriving for the first time, and where I actually go when I need to feel the city properly.