Intro Blog
How a Ford Econoline full of national parks turned into a honeymoon in Argentina, and why 'home' stopped being a place.
A romantic, wandering, life-rearranging trip — two parents, two kids, and a standing rule that the day is built around one good table.
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From the road
The journal
All entries 
Why Now?
Why we left now — because Beckett is 11 and Declan is 7, and this is the one shot we get at exactly this.
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Follow along
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@nomadicmartinisPhotos & clips
Postcards
Photos from the road. Swipe sideways.
Tower Bridge, London.
Shakespeare's First Folio, the British Library.
A whale made of ocean plastic, Canary Wharf.
Two drinks at a sidewalk bar, Paris.
Looking up at Sacré-Cœur, Montmartre.
Au Lapin Agile, Montmartre.
Vermouth hour, somewhere in Paris.
Sunset over the Adriatic, Puglia.
Handmade orecchiette, from a cooking class.
A seaside fortress, Puglia.
Evening swim, Puglia.
Golden hour on the coast.
The real thing — fresh orecchiette.
Throwback — before any of this started.
Throwback — young love.
Throwback — the honeymoon that started it, Chile.
Throwback — Laos, long before kids.
Throwback — Hong Kong.
Throwback — we have always done things like this.
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Where we wandered
The route
Every marker is a region and a reason we went — somewhere to see, something to eat, something to drink.
Open the full map- Place
- Food
- Drink
- Stay
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Coming soon
A small shop
Prints of the route, a stained recipe zine, maybe a spice tin or two. Nothing's for sale yet — but the shelves are built.
Peek at the shop