I have no capacity to belong to one place, to drink one country’s wine, or to dine with only one people
The Blissful Adventurer is the creative dream of Michael Housewright. Michael tells stories observed while eating his way around the planet, working for 15+ years in the food and beverage industry, and shooting over 100,000 images living on the road since 2011. Michael’s work with iPhone imaging is launching a series of seminars and travel programs in San Francisco and Italy and his writing will be showcased in his upcoming book release in 2013.
Follow Michael here and experience how a simple kid from humble beginnings can shape the world one story at a time.
My name is Michael Housewright and the quest for interesting and tasty food has led me to just about every major personal discovery of my life. In college, I spent a semester living in Rome where I had the privilege to travel about the European continent by train with 2 cool and patient friends that eventually began labeling our escapades as Michael’s quest for food. While this was an affectionate and often tongue-in-cheek label the lads gave me, it could not have been more true.
I was busying myself in college and beyond looking for my path in life and only in my(40) have I realized that I have been on the path my entire life. Welcome to the Blissful Adventurer! My patron philosopher Joseph Campbell said, “Find a place where there is joy and the joy will burn out the pain,” and this is precisely what I am attempting with this blog.
Come join me in my observations of the absurd and the sublime mostly viewed through the eyes of a well fed wanderer. The details of my strange life working on and off again in Italy, traveling about the USA uploading the contents of Aristocrats’ wine cellars, and my humble beginnings growing up in Bristol, Texas as the grandson of 2 Baptist ministers have all shaped and fostered my inherent curiosity and passion to eat.
This blog is for the rednecks that attempted to squelch my creativity and ultimately pushed me to escape their world of derision and short-sightedness. This blog is for the family that “always knew” I would become a writer. Finally, this blog is for the part of me that cannot spend another day without sharing stories that have shaped my personality, broken my heart, fed my soul, and gave me daily reminders that I am alive, lucky, and have eaten some damn good food.
It is not only about wine, food, or travel, it is about the marriage of living in the place the terroir of traveling that gets me out of bed in the morning.
