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.
Dream or reality? Is reality nothing but a dream? A pure product of our imagination? An illusion? The line between the two is often blurred. On the eastern edge of the Musashino plains, where much of western Tokyo lies, is the Sekiguchi Plateau, a scenic spot famous for its wild Camellias, since the fourteenth
“This is the reason we live in Florida,” I exclaimed to my husband when we were recently stuck in a blizzard in New York City. “I’ll take heat over cold any day.” He rolled his eyes because as much as I love warm weather, I always said I didn’t want
The smell of salt air hits our senses like a savory spice. We are at the edge of downtown Puerto Vallarta. Does the name sound familiar? This is the small fishing and pearl-diving village that became famous due to a movie made in the 1960s called “The Night of the
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
Quirky Portland. Creative Portland. Yummy Portland. All are very apt descriptions of this young-spirited, upstart of a city in Oregon.
North Dakota has a sense of humor! In an effort to visit my 50th state, we planned a pandemic-summer road trip to Fargo, North Dakota. What a delightful surprise to learn the state tourism folks have become so accustomed to travelers wandering in and announcing, “This is my 50th state!” they have created an
Our bright yellow 4×4 grinds higher up into the Sierra Madre Mountains. The high peaks rise like jagged green jewels above Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco, Mexico. Under a canvas canopy cover I cling to my vinyl seat, inhale sharp mountain air and wonder about lunch.
In wine speak, the cycle of life for the vine begins in the spring. The vineyard starts to come to life as bud break approaches after laying barren and dormant during the winter. It is a new beginning and a new vintage and signals a time when I am ready
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