I had barely stepped off the American Queen in St. Francisville when this elderly man called out, asking if I’d arrived on the paddle wheeler. I thought it was going to be one of those quick hellos, but no, it slid into this warm little conversation. Christian Morrison was his name and he told me…
I didn’t expect Quebec City to feel so immediate—so lived in, or whatever. I had read about it before, even worked on a travel article for East West News Service, but none of that really prepared me for the first quiet “Bonjour” that came my way as I stepped into Old Quebec. It wasn’t staged…
Standing in Republic Square, surrounded by elegant limestone buildings, fashionable cafés and the usual rush of city life, I had this strange idea, like maybe I was in almost any European capital. I wasn’t really sure. The architecture was grand, the mood was loud and active, and everything felt, well, sort of comfortably familiar. But…
The brightest thing I saw in Mallorca wasn’t actually the Mediterranean Sea. It was a pile of freshly harvested salt, piled up like brighter snow. Standing under the summer sun at Salinas d’es Trenc I watched one worker, dressed entirely in white, gently rake delicate salt crystals from the surface of shallow pools, and somehow…
I landed in Cyprus after reading a few of the latest Europe travel articles online, thinking mostly about beaches and that warm Mediterranean sun. I mean sure, I got the sunshine, but I didn’t expect how often history would just pop up and embellish everything like it had a key to the place. Everywhere I…
Walking through Detroit, I felt like I was seeing two different cities at once. One had the obvious scars of decades of decline—abandoned houses , empty lots, and roads that clearly needed time and money. The other city kept rebuilding itself, bit by bit, with new businesses, repaired facades, and fresh investment coming in. So,…
I still remember when I first noticed, like really noticed, lly book the biggest airlines, no question. It was almost a routine thing: collect miles, cling to loyalty programs, and just accept pricey fares like that’s what corporate travel is “supposed” to be. But lately, while I was working on assignments in international travel writing,…
My first impression of the towns and cities I saw on my first day out of Korea’s Incheon airport was how rapidly the place transformed into something I didn’t know. One road, packed and known and headed to Seoul, the other headed into New Songdo, strangely futuristic yet surprisingly calm. I had read about the…
The French-accented voice woke me up every morning in my cabin to announce our current location, weather conditions, and future forecast. The rhythm of life at sea quickly became familiar, almost meditative. As part of this unforgettable Antarctica travel experience, the crew moved through their daily routines with quiet precision, often accompanied by soft music that…
I came hoping that it would be a typical ceremony that was organized and predictable. Instead, I was quietly overpowered. It was one of those experiences that do not appear to be much at the time but which linger a long time after you have gone. On a sunny morning in Los Angeles, a graduation for Guide Dogs of America was held at a guide…