When I was six, my mother started sending me on errands around the corner to get a fresh baguette. I'd pile up on some candies with the change. Now the corner is a little further and the candies sweeter. My dentist is also a rich man.

When I was six, my mother started sending me on errands around the corner to get a fresh baguette. I'd pile up on some candies with the change. Now the corner is a little further and the candies sweeter. My dentist is also a rich man.

I was always content with my family's definition of vacation: the 6 hour drive north to the old A-frame house on Butternut Lake in northern Wisconsin, where we swam in freezing waters and swatted mosquitoes for a week. I didn't fly in a plane until I was 18. But an image of turquoise waters has always been skimming the surface of reality, wooing me to come play... At Victor's first delightfully perilous introduction that he was "dangerous" and had itchy feet, I knew I had found my man and that adventures were on the horizon... I still love Butternut, too.

We are two scientists that have just finished our PhD's and are making the most of our new free time to see some of the world. Ross loves all things sports, being active and meeting new people while MaryAnn enjoys seeing the great wonders of the world. We're based in Oxford so give us a shout if you're ever around.

At only 7 months old I embarked on my first plane ride. It is no wonder international airports are some of my favorite places to navigate. Eager for adventure and equipped with a built in quest for knowledge, I feel more at home capturing the magically diverse landscapes in which I traverse then staying in one beautiful spot. Over the last decade I have made tipi dwellings, Tibetan carpets and gypsy vans my home. But throughout the years, while I roamed through others "homes" I found that the greatest home isn't an actual, physical home at all. It's found somewhere between late night rain drops on tin roofs, early morning cups of tea with sticky children's hands and non-verbal conversations with strangers in distant lands. I'm obviously itching for more. Next stop? A nine month stay in Indonesia.

When I was six, my mother started sending me on errands around the corner to get a fresh baguette. I'd pile up on some candies with the change. Now the corner is a little further and the candies sweeter. My dentist is also a rich man.