Looking out the car window, the faces flew by. Men. Women. Children. In between the faces were brightly colored flowers in full bloom.
I’m doing something in Amsterdam I’ve never done before. On a sunny day with a breeze sweeping across the water, I am riding on a ferry.
Our visit to Berlin began in a rainstorm. Arriving from Amsterdam by train, Berlin Central Station (“Hauptbahnhof”) was packed with travelers.
Standing on our balcony at the Grand Hotel Huis ter Duin (“House on the Dune”), we took in the view of a wide beach filled with colorful umbrellas.
Welcome back leisure travelers. That’s what we’ve been waiting to hear.
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.
