Letters To A Dead Uncle: A Travel Novel Of Sorts

On a day that I was supposed to be performing real paid work, I decided instead to scribble a note to my dead Uncle Jimmy. My long-term adventure in Europe and Northern Africa was still a few weeks away and I was seriously itching to launch and share it. Yet despite all of the excitement of again living in a favorite city, I also couldn't help but focus a little on "what happens after?". And I figured my dead Uncle Jimmy might have an opinionated suggestion or two.

So I started writing him letters. Asking for advice. Sharing with him what was happening as we landed in Barcelona and dove in again to our wandering ways. Trying to wrap back around and figure out life.

Talking to the dead. All normal, right?

Some background: In May of 2019, my girlfriend Nikki and I again decided to temporarily move from our South Florida home and live in Barcelona Spain. Use it as a launching point for old friends, new places, and a deep dive into cultures and peoples. This book is my way of capturing that trip, and many of my other adventures. For you see, I have a quest of sorts, and it only loosely translates to travel.

I believe that people and cultures are to be cherished. To be explored and celebrated. And so I write not just about what I see and do in a given place, but about the people that actually define the culture I am immersed in. Nikki and I tend to find ourselves in seriously odd situations, giving us an often unexpected view into places we didn't expect to see. So it makes sense that my tales and remembrances of all that oddity come to you here via a deceased relative.