Cooking Class at El Arrayán
Puerto Vallarta is magical and so is the restaurant El Arrayán. Owned by Carmen Porras since 2003, she named her restaurant after a species of tree that bears the small, sweet and tart fruit.
Cindy Ladage
Puerto Vallarta is magical and so is the restaurant El Arrayán. Owned by Carmen Porras since 2003, she named her restaurant after a species of tree that bears the small, sweet and tart fruit.
In the predawn hours of my first morning in Aswan, Egypt, I woke up to the chants of a call to prayer reverberating from mosque minarets. It’s Ramadan, the Muslim holy month of observance, and the melodic cadence of these Arabic words resonated daily, beckoning the faithful to nearby mosques
Granted, right now you may not be able to take that cross-country drive your family may have been planning. Or head for a scenic road that meanders through several states, stopping at attractions along the way. Even so, that doesn’t mean you need to stay at home and forego outings
Puerto Vallarta’s colorful past shaped its modern-day persona. But its pristine beaches, rugged interior and bountiful ocean remain almost unchanged. A pink glow in the eastern sky signaled the start of another picture-postcard day in the seaside town of Puerto Vallarta. The bow of our catamaran slid slowly through the
Portland, Maine is home to almost 400 different restaurants and ranks among the top cities in the US for restaurants and bars per capita.
It is day one in Fakarava and already things are not going well. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I was going on a seven-day cruise through the Fakarava & Marquesas in French Polynesia with just a phone and a drone.
As regular visitors to the US Virgin Island of St. John, we had our share of favorite places. Then two hurricanes and a global pandemic kept us away for five years. Would things be as we remembered? New Rules We pulled our rental Jeep into the dirt parking lot at
The lockdowns had gotten to us. We needed a reset. Our bodies became weaker, due to enough lack of movement. But even more than that, we weren’t happy. We missed traveling the world. The thought of leaving New York City’s frigid wintertime temperatures to beautiful Thailand became possible again, due
The Vancouver (Washington) Wine & Jazz Festival. Esther Short Park. Grass lawn. Our low-slung, portable concert chairs were of the sort most likely to make knee-replacement surgeons smirk. Still, they provided perfect comfort for imbibing an Overlord Hazy IPA and a Cline Sauvignon Blanc. Our fellow concertgoers, many scuffed by
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