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...
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...
Juliana DeverJuly 6April 246
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...
Juliana DeverApril 13March 2710
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...
Juliana DeverApril 5January 206
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...
Juliana DeverMarch 21April 2712
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...
Juliana DeverDecember 6April 243
"I wish it was winter already" Molly, who works at the Iceberg Inn says, throwing off her coat to reveal a tank top. "It's like spring out there." Bundled...
Juliana DeverSeptember 22June 231
I wasn’t nervous until I completed reading the waiver. “Why do you need to know if I have any allergies?” I ask Derek, our guide. “This is so the...
Juliana DeverSeptember 15April 55
“Squirrel! Incoming!” I yelled up at my friend Rachel who called dibs on the loft bed of our tree house. Our cozy cabin perched or hung, or however it...
“I feel like a Druid, searching for herbs, creating things.” Nathalie Thibault puts what looks like a teeny pinecone in front of me. We’re in the packed...
Juliana DeverAugust 16June 2320
Cold air brushed the hairs on my neck. It was New Orleans in February. But I was also standing in front of a haunted one-hundred-year-old French-style hotel....
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