Darling, if you’re going to Rome, don’t just visit—seduce her. Rome is not a museum; she’s a chaotic lover who demands your full attention, your stamina, and probably a spare pair of stretchy pants. The best way to win her heart? Get up at the crack of dawn, throw on something that makes your butt look amazing, and “jog” her streets before the selfie-stick brigade arrives. (And yes, I said jog in air quotes because we both know there’s a cannoli waiting for us halfway through.)

Berlin wasn’t supposed to blow our minds—or anything else, for that matter. It was a spontaneous detour. A side-quest. A “since we’re in the neighborhood” kind of stop after our cruise out of Amsterdam. But let me tell you something: from schnitzel to steamy saunas, Berlin didn’t just exceed expectations—it seduced them, stripped them down, and handed us a three-liter beer.

Some trips stay in your photo roll. Others burn into your skin.
Australia? That one tattooed itself on my heart.

Marcos and I have always chased the wild — the untouched corners of the world and the little moments no itinerary could ever promise. But nothing could have prepared us for what we found at the end of that dirt path leading to Obelisk Beach. And certainly not what we found tucked behind a crumbling bunker wall.

So you’ve booked the cruise. The outfits are laid out, the jockstraps are packed, and your passport is practically vibrating with excitement. But before you set sail and transform that cabin into your own private after-hours, let’s make sure you’re cruise-ready—Out & Untamed style.

There’s something wildly liberating about surrendering the plan. A few years ago, Marcos and I landed in Edinburgh with nothing but a rental car, a playlist of Scottish folk songs and Beyoncé remixes, and a mutual agreement to let the road lead the way. For seven days, we surrendered to Scotland.