Welcome To The Feral Travel Guide

I had the typical Gen-X miserable childhood. I don’t say this to arouse sympathy. I am merely explaining the origin story of how I became the way I am.

From a very young age, I felt compelled to run away. Not always physically, but to escape into my own imagination, and obsessive problem‑solving, drawn to anything that brought me joy. I threw myself into many things, but one of the earliest was writing.

I spent a lot of time alone as a child, escaping into books. This fostered an active imagination. When I was twelve, I wrote a two‑hundred‑page book about a girl and her horse. I no longer have the manuscript. I don’t remember the plot. It was probably absolute crap. But I loved to spin and write stories.  

Around the age of ten, I heard an opera singer for the first time. I grew up in a small farming community with very few cultural outlets, but something in hearing that voice the first time evoked a visceral response. There is nothing more beautiful to me than the voice of a woman named Carmen.

I never stopped loving the things I did as a child. The things I loved just became more accessible when I became an adult. Through, travel I explore museums, history, art, and yes, even opera.  

So here I am, on a journey, writing about the things I love. My hope is that I inspire others to remember and embrace the things they love that maybe they gave up or set aside. Take the trip. Write the blog. See the opera. Go to the museum. Live a life you love.

Welcome to The Feral Travel Guide.