Travel Stories

These are my travel stories and I'm sticking to them.

I’m almost in tears in the Houston airport. I look at the gate at the E Terminal, the words “Buenos Aires” formed by a collection of red dots behind the...

Visiting Red Roof Studio during my road trip through the Canadian Badlands, it occurs to me that Rita Wildschut is more than just an artist. She is the...

“You know why it was called the Dark Ages don’t you? Because there were so many knights.” A bearded magician in a doublet continues his routine from the...

Morning number four in Alberta’s Canadian Badlands and I found myself inside my third Tim Horton’s, grabbing a maple donut and a coffee. Even I was...

“Zaza knows that the wine made in qvevri takes out all concern from the body, it helps the heart to work properly, and all different kinds of diseases. Zaza...

If you read last week’s post, you’ll remember I was floating through Burgundy, France on what was basically a buoyant wine-tasting room simultaneously...

We were sinking. I’d never been on a canal cruise and had no idea what to expect, certainly not this. It got dark as a concrete wall crept up my cabin...

I rarely turn on the TV in a hotel room. But after a long day at a world airline conference in the upside-down of Australia, I needed connection to the outside...

Beating drums reverberated through the small wine village of Mád. Everyone was to come out into the streets for an announcement. This is how the Hungarian...

I never knew Harold Reynolds. Or Alma Paulson, or Ernest Price, but their story has haunted me for decades. Their story compelled me to take a journey across...

I never unpack. Not fully. Because I travel so often, this is one of my travel hacks to cut down on preparing for a trip. Among the bags that stay packed, I...

Scribbling on the hotel notepad with a pencil, I wrote a dire note to my husband. I tore it off and handed the paper to him. “Can you chew some gum and drop...