This is me on what we refer to as “the doomed trip to Maine” (click the link to view that old rant of a blog post). Everything that could go wrong, did. From the last minute job interview that took a day off the itinerary to the sad state of the hotel that was supposed to be in “Portland” but really was “Portland West.” The one with the green pool, the bad… Read More
We take the Seastreak ferry into the city as much as possible. It’s just about the most relaxing way to get to New York, especially during the warmer months of the year when the sky is bright blue and the sun is glistening over Manhattan. There’s nothing better than sitting on the back of the Seastreak, wind in your hair, cocktail in hand, with the lights and sounds of New York City… Read More
This is the pool at the Inn & Spa at Loretto in Santa Fe, New Mexico. We stayed here several years ago while on our cross-country trip across America. As you can see, this gorgeous Pueblo-style hotel is the perfect setting for a relaxing Santa Fe vacation. While we were here, we met up with Sara Eyestone, a famous American artist who just happened to be one of Paul’s neighbors when he… Read More
This is grocery shopping in the south of France. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of all that is local here. From piles of ruby red cherries to olives and cheese, you’ll be tempted to wander and taste. The Whole Foods of Aix en Provence. Prime membership included.
Paul took this photo on the nighttime Fat Tire Bike Tour of Paris. It is the one thing we highly recommend everybody do if it’s your first time visiting this beautiful city. It is essential that you take both the day tour and the night tour. You’ll jump on a beach cruiser and pedal down city streets that lead you to these breathtakingly gorgeous and remarkable views. On the day tour, you… Read More
We honeymooned in Sorrento, Italy. It was the perfect honeymoon of sit by the pool, walk down to town to eat, take the bus back up to the hotel to sit by the pool again, walk down to town to eat, take the bus back up to the hotel. Notice, I didn’t say walk up? I don’t think it was Sorrento official or anything, but our hotel was the farthest hotel from… Read More
You see this man standing here in awe of Grand Central Station? We don’t know him, but we’ve been him. A tiny human standing still, out of sync with the city’s beat. Mesmerized by the beauty of buildings like this one, the few left standing, he keeps his feet grounded to a floor that holds a trillion stories. Treasure this, America. We beg.
I spent the night in this dress, sandwiched in an economy class seat in a pressurized capsule that transported me across the Atlantic. In France, in the early morning hours, Paul lugged my suitcase up the narrow wooden steps to our third floor apartment, and I pulled up a chair to my favorite window in all of Paris. Here I’ve watched a man stop daily to feed the pigeons. I’ve watched young… Read More
Another cafe; this one in Provence. How many stories can we tell with just one photo? I’d say the guy in the shorts, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly upon his leg, is pretty pleased with his ponytailed friend. She’s said something that’s made him proud. He’s impressed. What about the woman just behind the lady in the fancy dress and the cute shoes? She’s at the cafe next door, but she’s… Read More
Have you ever picked up the New York Times, read about a place, and told yourself that one day you’ll go there? Do you really mean it? Do you cut it out and save it and show it to anybody who will listen? “Read this. Doesn’t this sound great?” That’s Healdsburg. It didn’t happen right away. We read the article and two years or so later, we made it happen. We planned… Read More