Southwest road trip? Say what?!? Yes, after I did those posts about my Next #1 and Next #2 itineraries, I started thinking about a different Next. The Galapagos Islands. Wait, what am I talking about? What do the Galapagos Islands have to do with a southwest road trip?
A: GdanskB: WarsawC: KrakówD: BratislavaE: Český KrumlovF: PragueG: DresdenH: LeipzigTotal distance: nearly 2000 km (1200 miles)
I’ve been back from my last trip just about three months, and I’m itching to start planning the next trip. Since my last trip was mostly by car and covered a lot of different destinations, I am leaning toward something different: a handful of cities that are easily accessible by train and where I can spend…
Okay, so this is going to out me, as if it wasn’t too late, but I used to love the album “Liza with a Z,” a recording of the TV special of the same name, which was in turn a film of a live concert performance. It was directed by Bob Fosse, who won a Emmy.…
I went to Montenegro today. It was really lovely. But I went the wrong way, and it turned out to be the biggest disappointment of my entire trip.
It’s hard to believe at this time yesterday I was sitting on my balcony in Korčula savoring my last moments in paradise before getting on a boat for the two-hour cruise south to Dubrovnik. Now here I am, sitting in my very comfortable and very modernly renovated apartment, overlooking the old port of Dubrovnik and…
Who would think a day in a place as serene and lovely and idyllic as Korčula would also wear me out so completely? It’s strange, because I didn’t do anything other than wander around. I even took a nap in the middle of the day. And tonight I didn’t even have the energy to go out…
Imagine you’re on a Mediterranean island. You’re sitting on a third-story balcony. In front of you, not ten meters away, the clear blue waters of the Adriatic reach 500 meters to a rugged mountain landscape, a few red-roofed houses clinging to the shore just below the cliffs. A cooling sea breeze is a perfect antidote…
This was one of those days that everyone else calls “vacation.” I call it “nothing to do.” But that’s okay. This is a beautiful place to do nothing. I simply wandered around most of the day. Sat and watched people. Gazed at the brilliant turquoise water. Sat at a café and had a cappuccino. Bought…
While I was waiting in line to board the catamaran to Hvar (along with, it seemed, every other American in Split), someone standing nearby said to his companions, “We’re splitting Split.” No one laughed, and I said to him, “I bet that’s the first time anyone’s ever told that joke.” Everyone laughed. Well I went to Split, and then I…
Before I proceed with my regular daily blog post, I want to make a special appeal for those who aren’t on Facebook and didn’t see my appeal there.
Today I remembered why I love to travel. It’s not to see a famous and beautiful bridge and walk the cobbled streets of an “Old Town.” Nor is it to buy the same tacky, made-in-China souvenirs that are sold in shop after shop. It’s not even to eat the local food (although that’s pretty important)…
