Luc Houle

On a quiet night in Rio, I started questioning what it was about travel that I love? And if one day I'll have been everywhere I want to go... what then?

It’s a beautiful and quietly unsettling question.

If you love travel, it’s rarely just about places—it’s about what travel gives you: novelty, challenge, movement, perspective, contrast. So when you’ve seen all the world you wanted to see, the question shifts from where else can I go? to: What was I really searching for in the going?

If it was wonder—then perhaps you begin to seek it in depth rather than distance: a return to places you love, but this time more slowly. Learning a language. Sitting still long enough to belong.

If it was freedom—maybe the next horizon isn’t geographic, but internal: creating something, risking love, building a life that feels unbound.

If it was identity—traveling through the self is infinite. You might not be done traveling at all… just switching vehicles.