Culture: Amsterdam: Harry, Dylan, and Anne
Amsterdam is a bicycle-friendly city with attractions, local experiences, and memorable dining; the Dylan Hotel enhances the travel experience significantly.
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Culture: Isla Mujeres, Mexico: Feliz Navidad
After livin’ la vida loca in the crazy city of Cancun, the thought of rocking to sleep in a hammock and sipping cervesas on a pristine beach sounds like the perfect way to spend Christmas. I missed the final boat from Cancun’s hotel strip to the island, but I was told I could take a…
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Culture: Italy: Olympics Diva Gives Torino Shopping a Ten
by Anna Irrera Hello there!!! I hope you decided to keep reading about Turin since, as I promised in my first article, this one would be more fun and especially more scrumptious! Personally I think a city cannot be considered fantastic if its shopping situation is not that great… No, I’m just kidding, but still,…
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Culture: San Antonio, Texas: Fiesta Forever!
by Stephanie Block Fiesta is like a Mexican Mardi Gras—it’s the biggest party in Texas, and in a state that size, that’s really saying something! What better setting for this hundred-year old, ten-day party than historic San Antonio? Here, a floating parade and roving mariachi bands can drift through the cafés and bars nestled along…
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Culture: Italy: Bye-bye, Miss America
by Audrey Mei It was a good thing I booked my ticket to Italy with Spain’s Iberia Airline because Alitalia went on strike the week I left Portugal. It was a sad occasion to leave that country. My flight left early on a Saturday morning and from the plane window I could see Lisbon slumbering…
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Culture: Hong Kong: French Fries and Ice Cream
by Joanne Olivieri The air was dense, humid—a pungent aroma of diesel fuel, baked yams, and other harbor delicacies. I’d been sightseeing for hours, roaming the busy streets of Kowloon immersed in cultural flavor. It was time to navigate my way back to the hotel for some R and R before heading out to the…
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Culture: Balinese Eclipse of the Heart
by Marie Turks It was 5:25 p.m. when I stepped off the plane, and a breeze, like an ice-cream-covered kiss from my three-year-old niece, greeted me. A tear formed and crept from my eye as I grasped that I would have a mere six days in Bali, so short a time. I had not even…
