by Jennifer Anthony Four men blast propane gas into the mouth of the hot air balloon. Belly expanding, the balloon gulps in the flame and waits for the next burst. Its rainbow of colors pop against the neutral blue sky. It is seven a.m., and neither the sky nor the future passengers watching the balloon…
by Jane Straus Normally, I hate the word “should” because it makes me feel pressured; however, in this case, I’m hoping that you take it as I intend it: All of us women over fifty have a right to travel. And if making the decision to travel solo requires arguing against our fears and limiting…
Cashmere gloves always make me think of that sleeper movie Serendipity. Remember when John and Sara, played by John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale, are arguing over who gets to buy the last pair of black cashmere gloves, a serendipitous event that eventually leads, in a roundabout way that stretches over several years, to them falling…
Rendezvous is not only one of the best restaurants in the Mendocino area–but I’d say in the whole state of California, so when I read that they are instigating a new Chef’s table in the kitchen (only seats 4 lucky folks) AND featuring a Wild Mushroom Tasting Menu, I’m definitely planning a ‘shroom visit. Mushroom…
I was working on the final details for my upcoming stay at the renown Canyon Ranch Spa in Tucson and just heard about the: “Best of the Barrio Culinary Tour“, where you’ll sample the cuisine of South Tucson’s historic Barrio neighborhood via an air-conditioned Gray Line bus. This four-hour “Best of the Barrio” gastronomic tour…
by Kellea Croft Mountain Heritage Hotel & Spa has tured 100 years old. Once known as the California, it is still affectionately called ‘the Cali’ by the Katoomba locals, and it recalls the days of grand guesthouses with elegance and style. Its castle-like tower, spiraling wood staircases, majestic statues and historic photographs lining the walls…
I think it’s safe to say that we all hate to be the one pulling out the guidebook on any excursion. Whether on the move for 48 hours or 48 days, nobody wants to be immediately recognized as a tourist. We’d all like to blend in a little, at least where it’s possible. First thing’s…