Hi, I’m Tricia.
I plan trips the way some people plan weddings — obsessively, joyfully, and with a spreadsheet I’m a little too proud of. Somewhere between the third hotel comparison and a dinner reservation made ninety days out, I stopped pretending this was normal. It’s not a habit. It’s a calling.
I don’t wing it.
Every trip gets researched down to the seam: which town to base in, which day trip earns its place, which “must-see” is a crowded letdown, and which table at dinner has the view. I find the stays worth booking and the splurges worth making — and I’m just as happy to tell you what to skip. The point isn’t to show off the planning. It’s to hand you an itinerary you can actually follow.
I’ve covered some ground.
I’ve chased sunsets in the Florida Keys, eaten my way across Italy from Venice to Capri, island-hopped the Caribbean, soaked in Iceland, and wandered the cliffs of Portugal and the streets of Edinburgh. Cities, coastlines, mountains, islands — if a place can be planned, I’ve probably over-planned it. Twice. Next on the map: Alaska. The itinerary’s already taking shape.
Trips worth stealing.
This is where all that obsessing turns useful — for you. Honest, exacting, been-there itineraries: the hotels I’d rebook tomorrow, the meals worth the calories, the routes that just work. Borrow them. Steal them. Make them your own.
