All that changed after Alison and I married: we began taking six-week vacations every other year to different parts of the world: England and parts of Europe one trip, then Australia, the Cook Islands and North Vietnam for the next. Three weeks in Paris, a quick trip to Mexico. At that time even six weeks on the road seemed a long time to me. Once we became nomadic the trips kept getting longer and longer, stretching into months at a time away from our home base in Vancouver, even though we no longer had a home there. But there was part of me that was still treating these adventures as vacations: time away and then back “home” again. It was during our time in Vietnam, in 2010, that I first began to understand why people travel, and the traveller in me first began to awaken.