On a Sunday afternoon, you'll find me...

...watching the world drift by, Balter beer in hand, from the comfort of the hammock (two young kids = this is a dream scenario rather than a frequent IRL one).

The best place in the world is...

...a close tie between Reykjavík, Iceland and Santorini, Greece. For a bit of the cold and a bit of the sun. Both surreal, hyper-real, otherworldly places that felt like no other place on earth, and that I'd return to in a heartbeat.