by Jennifer Anthony Dining alone is the true test of a traveling singleton’s confidence, especially in a country as passionate and romantic as Argentina. Yet solo dining is also a way to experience an event with eyes wide open. It was 2004. I had two days left in Buenos Aires. I could not leave Argentina…
by Suzanne Dunning It was a sizzling summer afternoon in Seville, Spain. The temperature was well over a hundred, and my backpack felt like it had melted my shirt and adhered to my skin. My feet had turned a dusty gray from hours of walking on dusty, cobbled roads. Wafts of cool air passing through…
by Peng Ong It’s funny; even though I grew up there, Kuala Lumpur is still my favorite place to visit—and my favorite place to eat. With the country’s mix of Chinese, Malay, and Indian cuisines, Malaysia offers a multitude of international cuisines to tantalize your taste buds. When I’m away, I miss nasi lemak (coconut…
by Sarah Naimark I might as well be driving the tiny motorboat through the tangerine sunset itself, the way the water reflects the vibrant sky. I stick my hand into the warm sea to reassure my senses that I am not, in fact, putt-putting in heaven, but rather into the island of Hvar. The ripples…
by C.J. Weshinskey National Geographic hosted a seminar in Paris, the focus of which was photography and travel, my two favorite things. I had always wanted to see Paris: the romance, the mouth-watering delicacies, the architecture. Before my father-in-law died, he told me, “Everyone should see Paris at least once.” And I was going. I…
by Ashley Roof “Oh friends, last night I drank so much grog, it was really very bad…. But don’t worry, I drank enough beer to get over it!” (Maniacal, drunken laughter interrupted by the Holden hatchback stalling at a speed hump.) Tiger, our Indo-Fijian cab driver, begins to hiccup as he speeds us to the…
by Stephanie Block We could almost hear a fiddler on the roof as the small van pulled into the village of Varaklani, two hours outside of Riga. This is where, pre-pogroms, my ancestors once lived, and we have the black and white photo of several robust peasant women stacking hay with long pitchforks to prove…