Mali and Paris: November, 2008
My first trip to Africa (and my first visit to Paris) stands as one of the greatest experiences of my life.
Daily ticket stories
My first trip to Africa (and my first visit to Paris) stands as one of the greatest experiences of my life.
A rollicking RV and cycling adventure on and around the islands of Cape Breton, Prince Edward, and Magdalen.
Two brothers embark on their first trip together.
A fifteen-instalment overview of a randomly-selected vacation that was nothing short of dreamy.
A crazy seat sale is all it took to get me and m’lady to China (and Hong Kong and Macau) for the first time.
My eight-instalment reminiscence of the wackiest art festival on planet Earth.
A mother and son rent a car and circumnavigate the land of Vlad the Impaler. Forts, castles, churches, vampires, historic old towns, caves, monasteries, and the only time Dracula’s Castle ever hosted a rave.
An epic three-week treasure hunt through fourteen states searching for the ghosts of rock & roll from Rochester to Mississippi, ending with a romp through the Florida Keys, the Everglades, the world’s only underwater hotel, Disney, and the Daytona 500. Whew!
Four of us make a Valentine’s Day journey to and from The Big Apple for a date with Les Paul, Christo, and John Lennon.
This quick two-night vacation marked my first time visiting the walled and cobbled streets of Quebec City’s Old Town and includes a brush with Red Bull’s Crashed Ice and a remarkable overnight stay inside one of the world’s only ice hotels.