Dining is one of the best ways to experience a destination. Tango Diva explores restaurants, local cuisine, food markets, and unforgettable culinary experiences around the world.
by Ann Mills My daughter and I spent a wonderful day and night in San Francisco to celebrate my birthday and experience some major pampering with the W Hotel’s fabulous Bliss Girls Getaway. The hotel is centrally located, right on the corner of Howard and Third streets. From the time we arrived until we left…
by Sharon Spence I dream of hiking on the moon. Until I get there though, scrambling among gorgeous red and gold sandstone cliffs will do quite nicely. As a guest at Red Mountain Spa, I’m one of twenty hikers enjoying this challenging morning workout in nearby Snow Canyon State Park. “Utah is a geological fantasyland,”…
by Janet Bein, Vivified Diva The best thing about going to see Menopause the Musical, a supposedly hilarious celebration of this inevitable rite of passage, was the female camaraderie. I went with a whole slew of female buddies who were all over fifty years of age. Some of my buddies brought their buddies, which made…
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…
(Recipes included) 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…
by Kyra Riste-Pater It started with an offer I couldn’t refuse. My friend Tina invited me to St. Thomas for a last hurrah at her parents’ exclusive villa, which they were planning on selling soon. Our biggest obstacle was Hurricane Dennis, which was set to rampage the Caribbean. I was determined to go, but Tina…
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…
