Hometown: New York City via Asbury Park, New Jersey.
Occupation: Entrepreneur, publicist, photographer, and founder of .
Favorite destinations: Lisbon, Azores, Colombia, Southern France, Stromboli, and my new hometown of Tel Aviv.
Dying to visit: Japan and Morocco.
Bizarre travel rituals: If it's an early morning flight, stay up through the night and head right to the airport. I also never depart from Tel Aviv without first eating a Tunisian sandwich from . I can't stand airplane food.
Inflight relaxation regime: Read a light novel or magazine before sleep sets in.
Always in carry-on: Everything. I never check luggage. I've had traumatic experiences at baggage claim.
Concierge or DIY? I am the concierge.
See it all or take it easy? See it all in the city. Take it easy is at the beach or on a nature-tinged vacation.
Drive or be driven? Be driven.
Travel hero: Jacques Cousteau.
Weirdest thing seen on travels: Walking into a random cafe in Amsterdam for a quick lunch only to find a truly locals-only beer and meat bar where we could literally hear the sound of a pin drop. No verbal exchanges, not even a giggle, just the sound of newspapers being folded and bodies repositioning on the wooden chairs and benches. I had never before been in such an odd situation where I felt bad even whispering to my friend. We crunched on bresaola sandwiches, the sound of each bite reverberating throughout the room, and silently slid out the door to a burst of laughter and shock after an unexpected experience in the city's most quiet bar.
My favorite hotel is because the bedrooms are otherworldly treehouses.
I dream about my meal at in Budapest. The lamb ossobucco and duck pâté were unreal.
Best hotel amenity: Relaxation-inducing bath salts at in Lisbon.
Favorite childhood travel memory: Maybe not my favorite, but I distinctly recall the smell of burning wood permeating Quebec City when I visited as an eight-year-old.
Everywhere I go, I check out the outdoor food markets, where I can truly get a sense of a city's residents, vibe, and local cuisine.
When I arrive in a new place, I learn the lay of the land by walking down the streets around my residence over and over until they become my home away from home.
I always bring home local soap, stamps, and other bric-a-brac.
If I never return to Dubrovnik, it'll be too soon because not a single person in Dubrovnik is from Dubrovnik.
I travel for the adventure and time alone with my thoughts.