by Gigi Ragland In June of 2004, the Tour de France occupied much of my thoughts. The race—on its ninety-first anniversary—marked Lance Armstrong’s bid for a record-breaking sixth consecutive win. That same year, I was training for a cycling tour of my own. Yet whereas the Tour de France consists of twenty stages of grueling…
by Nancy Bernard Please note that there are absolutely no lies or exaggerations in this account. It is, however, an incomplete report. * * * * Dear Mom, Thanks so much for my birthday gift! I still can’t believe you gave me a week at your time-share. Mexico is absolutely gorgeous, and the Grand Mayan…
by Jennifer Anthony A few months ago, I purchased a book entitled 101 Things to Do Before You Die by British author Richard Horne. Though morbid-sounding, it’s actually a fun, cheeky book that contains an array of must-do activities, ranging from the feasible (“read all the literature ‘classics’”) to the rather silly (“meet someone with…
by Andrea Clarke Before I arrived in Washington, D.C., I had an A-list itinerary of places to see: the Lincoln Memorial, the White House, Capitol Hill, Georgetown, and the easy-going suburb of Adams Morgan. As I planned my agenda during the forty hours it took me to get to Washington from Melbourne, I couldn’t help…
by Scharlene Fulmer After my husband died in 1988, I chose to fulfill my long-held desire to travel. Since then, I have traveled from Alaska to the Caribbean to the South Pacific to the Mediterranean. My most recent cruise was to the Baltic, where I visited the Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg. The Hermitage Museum…
by Suzanne Dunning Amid Paris’ historic streets, just-off-the-runway fashions, and sinfully sweet pastry shops, the old-world glamour of the Hôtel de la Trémoille awaits you. Tucked along a quiet street, Hôtel de la Trémoille is in the heart of Paris’ Golden Triangle (the area between the Champs Elysées and the Seine), within walking distance to…
by Shanti Sosienski “We just might fly today,” says Chris Santacroce, 31, owner of Superfly Paragliding Academy in Salt Lake City, Utah. “Santa,” as he’s referred to in the paragliding community, and I are standing at South Point, a muddy, somewhat snow-covered parking lot on the top of a long sloping hill. It’s hard to…