Update - September 2025 I have now landed in Brussels, Belgium for at least a year. My apartment is tiny. All I can offer is a mattress on the floor. If that does not scare you off, you’re more than welcome to stay. ************************************************************** I eat. I sleep. I read. I travel. (Mostly travel.) I’m hopelessly addicted to travel. When I hit the “grand old age” of 50 in 2024, I quit a job I loved just so I could feed this addiction full-time. Life is short so why not spend it chasing new stories, meals, and sunsets? I couchsurf to keep costs low, but I’m a considerate guest - and a seasoned host - so I understand the mysterious art of “guest/host diplomacy”. Clean, polite, and occasionally funny (bonus points if you laugh at my jokes). Why do I travel? To grow. To live meaningfully. To eat food I can’t pronounce. To swap stories, ideas, and occasionally life advice with strangers who become friends. I adore people, quirky history, local art, and cultural oddities (the stranger the better). Curious about me? My references speak louder than I ever could. House Rules (because freedom without rules is chaos): • I host young surfers too, but guests closer to my age get first dibs. • If nightlife is your main plan, I’m probably not your host. • Leaving a reference is good karma. Can’t be bothered? Then don’t bother asking. • One night = meh. Two nights = okay. Three nights = awesome. Four nights = possible if we vibe. • Requests more than two weeks in advance? Declined automatically. If you follow these rules, you’ll have a clean, comfortable stay - and maybe even a few laughs.