Channeling my inner George Jetson, I strap the jet pack to my feet. However, even with the power of flight literally at the tip of my toes, there is not initial success.
We came to Puerto Vallarta to relax, and relax we did. A couple of lazy days dipping feet into the gentle waves of the Bay of Banderas, soaking up the warm afternoon sun at our beachfront resort, and wondering at a star filled sky after a late night garden stroll
Photos by Therese Iknoian and Michael Hodgson I was literally tied up in knots as I tried to figure out all those sailing knots and what went under, over, or through on my way to a neat bowline, reef, or square hitch. But, as we were told on our liveaboard
It is Tuesday August 23rd, 2016 and I have been excitedly driving westward toward Nevada for two days. I parked for the night just off I-80 in “somewhere” Nebraska.
When my husband was able to retire early about 10 years ago, we moved to Las Vegas for several reasons, one of which was our ability to take road trips all over the southwest. One of our favorite places is Sedona, a short four-to-five-hour drive from Las Vegas. Straddling Oak
Imagine traveling to the Mediterranean, indulging in all the sights, smells, sounds, tastes, and touches of this sunny destination. The aquamarine hues of the water, the sweet florals of lavender, the melodious tones of a Greek lyra or Spanish guitar, the tanginess of lemon, and the warmth of the sun.
[dropcap]P[/dropcap]ale yellow paths, decorated with stone mosaics wind through gardens fragrant with the scent of gardenias, bougainvillea, and jasmine as well as yellow Alamandas flowers for which the resort is named. Owner Isabel Goldsmith who inherited the place from her grandfather, simply fell in love with this remote paradise and
Dream or reality? Is reality nothing but a dream? A pure product of our imagination? An illusion? The line between the two is often blurred. On the eastern edge of the Musashino plains, where much of western Tokyo lies, is the Sekiguchi Plateau, a scenic spot famous for its wild Camellias, since the fourteenth
Blessed with historic rustic villages, seemingly never-ending vineyards, and relaxed unhurried canal life, barging on the medieval Canal du Midi in southwestern France’s remote Languedoc Region was the ideal escape after a long, difficult two years with the COVID pandemic. Our tiny 8-passenger first class hotel barge, Anjodi, part of
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