For The Curious: How I get strangers all over the globe to treat me like a welcomed friend and guest


If you find yourself someplace new and want strangers to treat you like a welcomed friend and guest... here’s one of my secret tricks that has opened countless doors for me and my friends all around the globe...

While enjoying a day off in Manila, Jasper Nephew and I found ourselves wandering around hunting down local food carts.

Finding a busy one (pro tip that I learned from Andrew Zimmern, when confused ALWAYS pick the busiest vendor)

We realized we didn’t know how to eat this dish (it was some mystery fish, fried, and whole) so we bought a few plates for locals hanging near us.

INSTANTLY we went from a couple of random guys wandering alone, to sharing a meal laughing and hanging with our friends in the Philippines who couldn’t have been more pumped to share with us their local food scene.

“The Curious Guest Door Opener” - To turn strangers into hosts, and you their guest of honor, buy the bar a round.

Stay Curious,


“When Death Comes” (a poem about life)

There’s a cemetery four blocks south of where Sarah and I live that I like to walk to and through sometimes.

Memento Mori - “Remember that you will one day die.”

I like walking through this space. It’s peaceful. It feels like you’re walking in a dimension that exists between the living and the dead. When you leave, it feels like you’ve been given a second chance. Funny how quickly that gratitude can fade.

I’m glad that a reminder of this is only four blocks away. 


 “When death comes

like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.”

-Mary Oliver