The Willows Historic Palm Springs Inn began life in the 1920s as two Mediterranean-styled villas built for friends who wanted to spend desert vacations together.
Soon, hopefully very soon, we will be traveling the world again, exploring the sights, sounds and flavors that are so important to our lives.
The leaves had turned. The air was cool and crisp so a fall road trip in the Piedmont to the villages and towns of the Langhe-Roero and Monferrato regions made a lot of sense.
The plane touched down at Milan Malpensa Airport in the early morning. I was tired after a very long travel-day from Los Angeles.
Lying on my back in a fast moving river, I stared up at the blue sky. The current was stronger than I expected.
Elegance, Wine, the Alps, 100-Year Old Paddleboats, Watches and Chocolates on Switzerland’s Lake Geneva
Located on the southern tip of the Baja California peninsula, Los Cabos is defined by two oceans, miles of white sand beaches, an expansive desert and majestic mountains.
Everyone loves non-stop flights. Nobody likes layovers. Changing planes to make a connection is inconvenient. But making a stop can become an advantage with advance planning. On our last trip to Europe, we turned a layover into an adventure.
In the dark we bounced across deep ruts. The light from the Land Rover’s headlights traced the outlines of the switch-back road. We rounded a bend close to a cliff’s edge. The chassis rattled as it took the turn, gravel skittered away from the tires and disappeared into the void.
Our introduction to Leiden began with an outdoor café and church bells. My wife, Michelle, and I had taken the train from The Hague (Den Hague), barely a fifteen-minute ride.
The curtains were drawn. Happily cocooned in soft bedding, I had slept soundly. Even though the room was dark, I sensed it was morning. I checked the clock. Time to get up for another adventure. I pulled back the curtains.
My visits to the Netherlands always focused on Amsterdam. For this adventure, I wanted to go deeper into the Dutch experience.
The speed boat kicked up white spray as it skated across Lake Como. On a sunny day, delicate clouds floated above us in the bright blue sky.
The objective was simple, stay safe but go as fast as possible. Coming around a sharp turn I careened onto the straight away. I pushed the accelerator to the floor. The BMW M3 screamed like a siren, g-forces pushed me against the seat.
Walking on a mountain trail well-worn by centuries of pilgrims. Saying a prayer in front of a shrine first built two thousand years ago.