How do you pick your travel destinations? This is the most frequent question we get, just behind, How much underwear do you pack? Running a travel blog, we get our share of comments on lodging, destinations and food. However, there’s always an omnipresent buzz-kill of not just readers, but some friends and family, who, Read More
Thirty miles south of Panama’s coast lies the Pearl Islands archipelago, a network of Panamanian Gulf islands so postcard perfect, they were the featured backdrop for three seasons of Survivor. In the midst of these emerald green waters and pristine beaches, you’ll find an unlikely sliver of eeriness wedged into paradise. Hotel Contadora Resort,, Read More
In the dead of winter, the temperature is 115°F. Sweat dripping from my brow, I duck under a parched dobera glabra evergreen for some respite from the hot Ethiopian sun. Traveling to the Danakil Depression in Ethiopia’s Afar Region, an unforgiving region nestled against an inhospitable border with Eritrea, was not at the top, Read More
Having never been to the great state of Maine, we ventured on a quick five day road trip up the east coast to the 65th Annual Maine Lobster Festival in early August. Maine is absolutely stunning. Small coastal towns festooned with picturesque bays and harbors, great micro-breweries, amazing food scene that rivals any foodie, Read More
This weekend, Joyce and I, along with several friends, visited the famous Coney Island in New York. Navigating around hot dog toting (Nathan’s… yum!) sun worshippers and beer guzzling shirtless men on the boardwalk is nothing short of a contact sport! Our destination, though, was to witness a different sort of contact sport –, Read More
In December of 2009, my wife, Joyce, and I traveled to Panama for a quick getaway with our friend Bill. Halfway through the trip, we hung up the rental car keys for a few days of relaxation in Boquete, a quaint village nestled into the western highlands of Panama, just a stone’s throw east, Read More
So, I find myself in Paris for the first time. Alone. (Need the backstory? Read the last post here.) My natural tendency is to avoid group tours or anything super touristy. I can’t stand getting herded on a tour bus to be carted around to go-to attractions for rehearsed descriptions that barely scratch the, Read More
Earlier this month, Joyce had a business trip to Saclay, a suburb about thirty minutes outside of Paris. On a whim, I decided to go along and stay in the city of lights for three days alone. Joyce would rejoin me later in Paris for some much needed rest and relaxation. I love visiting, Read More