Finding serenity

I didn’t realize how much I needed stillness until I found myself barefoot on a wooden deck in the Costa Rican jungle. The air was heavy with mist, the kind that clings to your skin and makes everything feel alive. Ahead of me, the mineral baths waited—stone steps carved into the hillside, warm water cascading down like nature’s own staircase. Each step I climbed felt like peeling away another layer of noise from my life. Somewhere between the sound of rushing water and the scent of earth and rain, I felt myself return to something raw and ancient. It wasn’t just a spa experience—it was a reminder of what it means to be human.

Weeks later, I found myself on the other side of the spectrum—in St. Barts, where luxury hums in quiet tones. My bungalow overlooked the kind of turquoise water that feels unreal until you see it with your own eyes. The spa was a sanctuary of soft linens and sea breeze, the salt air mixing with the faint perfume of frangipani. There, serenity felt different. It wasn’t primal or wild. It was slow mornings, warm tea in my hands, and the gentle hush of the ocean reminding me that healing can also come in whispers.

Both places taught me the same thing: serenity isn’t a location, it’s a moment. It’s the breath you didn’t know you were holding. It’s the calm in your soul you forget exists until you find it again.

That’s what I want to create for others—not just itineraries, but pathways back to themselves. Whether it’s climbing jungle steps to warm mineral pools or sinking into a spa overlooking the Caribbean, I can help you find that stillness, wherever in the world it waits for you.