Every Sunday, without fail.
Long before there was a website, there was a phone call. Every single Sunday, whatever city, whatever time zone, whatever continent Miguel woke up on, he called his grandmother.
"El Eterno Viajero", the Eternal Traveler, she called him, because no matter how far he went, he never once missed a Sunday.
Those calls were never check-ins. They were long, unhurried descriptions of the way light fell on a square, the strangers who became friends over a shared table, the meal that made him stop talking mid-bite. She wanted the food, the people, the room. And in the retelling, he learned that a trip isn't measured in landmarks. It is measured in the details worth calling home about.
This is a continuation of that phone call, now with Marie-Lise on the line too. Same day. Same promise. It goes out every Sunday, and it's free, because the stories were never the thing we'd charge for.