My own journeys — scouting trips, solo travel, films, and blogs. This is where each retreat is quietly built, in the open, one year at a time.
The Bohemian Wanderer began with a question asked on a long train ride through Portugal: what if travel could feel like coming home to yourself? After years of moving fast — through airports, deadlines, and rooms full of people — I started taking trips the way I had always wanted to: slowly, with a notebook, a camera, and no fixed agenda.
The best moments were never the landmarks. They were the long breakfast tables, the accidental friendships, the quiet hours when a group of women stopped performing and started belonging. This journal is where those stories live — retreat by retreat, year by year.
Prachi
First retreats, and the travelling between them — the routes I tested, the towns I walked alone, and what each place turned out to be good for.
Field notes from a week on Portugal's coast — the markets, the mornings, and the quiet moment a group of women became something more.
By Prachi · 8 min read
A photo essay from three evenings of light on the Portuguese shoreline.
Photo essay · 24 frames
The whole retreat, gently edited — mornings, markets, water, and the long table.
Film · 9 min
On returning guests, and the friendships that outlast the flight home.
By Prachi · 6 min read
Twenty minutes of breath and light, filmed on a terrace above the sea.
Film · 4 min
A short guide to travelling with less, and enjoying it more.
Guide · 5 min read
A letter each season — dates, destinations, and what we learned. Archived here as each year fills.
Why we started, where we're going first, and the founding-guest invitation.
Notes from Portugal, the venues we chose, and what 50km really means.
Travelling out of peak: quieter places, lighter footprints, warmer welcomes.
A photographic look back, and the dates opening for the year ahead.