In the early 2000’s my wife Melissa, my husband Tim, our daughter Rhiannon, and I trekked to Maui for a relaxing, tropical holiday. It was our first time off the mainland. Tim, whose atmospheric comfort zone consists of a 7-degree span in the upper 60’s and lower 70’s with 0 humidity, did not care for …
A sea of brake lights gave me time to absorb the spectacle sprawled out in front of us. There was Hard Rock Cafe’s pyramid, Planet Hollywood’s house-sized blue ball that appeared to be sticking its tongue out at me, and a three dimensional billboard featuring a larger-than-life great white shark for Ripley’s Aquarium hovering above …
“So, Mom, on the plane eat the Bibimbap. You’ll like it. It’ll get you ready for your Korean experience. Tell Dad to try it too.” “Try the whaaa…?” “The Bibimbap. It’s ok. You’ll like it.” “Well, maybe. See you tomorrow – will it be tomorrow or the next day? Never mind. We’ll call you when …
I was all-too-familiar with my son’s look of skeptical doubt, presented in tandem with a raised eyebrow. Today it was followed by, “We’re going to see a 20-foot tall what?!” I was trying to sell this prematurely jaded traveler on an old-fashioned road trip to see the sights. To make it interesting, I assured him …
As someone who is pretty content to eat the same thing day after day – at my desk, no less – and who’s willing to admit that much of it starts out frozen in a cardboard box, I don’t think it’s right to call myself a true foodie. I do, however, love to eat when …
Or, A Week in Manzanilla Far removed from the shouts of street hawkers and the gaggle of American tourists, lies a tiny, Mexican beach town on the Costa Alegre, popular with families from Guadalajara. Here, visits to ATM machines must be strategically planned, self-taught Spanish might possibly get you by, and when you order Agua …