From the earliest age, I have always had an incurable case of wanderlust– something calling me out into the greater world to explore. It all began as a little boy when my mom would read me “Henry the Explorer” by Mark Taylor. The colorful book was about a young boy named Henry and his faithful dog, Angus McAngus. Each morning, Henry would prepare a lunch, pack his backpack, and head out into the world, exploring with Angus. I have always found this story to be a metaphor for my travels.