It's a lot to look at when you should be concentrating on your food, but it is just so right.
One of the things I love most about traveling is that it reminds me just how fundamentally decent and good most people are. And talking to them is crucial to unlocking the genuine and authentic in travel. To be honest, instead of bemoaning the evils of tourism I should really be delighting in the advantages of the Internet age.
This is one of those dishes that, on the one hand, tastes precisely of its ingredients: onions, anchovies, wheat and olive oil.
Sure, it'll cost a few euros more than the place around the corner that sells Nutella crepes, but you'll continue your day of tourism with the happy feeling that lunch was almost as beautiful as the Villa d'Este itself.
From noodles to grilled snacks and everything in between, the dishes on offer in Bangkok are endless. Dining on the street is incredibly cheap, typically just a few dollars or less.
Well, there are lots of ways to score discounted (or even free) accommodations these days. We've done it ourselves in both our personal travel and for our work for International Living.
The most important thing to remember is that flexibility means savings. If you can move your travel dates, departure times, and itinerary -- even just a little -- far more fares will be available to you, including those better suited to your budget.
In this, our most macabre month, we're taking a look at 10 places known for the kind of spectacles that many people would travel the world to see ... and a few would go to any lengths to avoid.
We arranged most of our time in Dublin with the arts and history in mind, and in those areas the place shines, as it does in urban beauty, walkability and general pleasantness -- thanks in no small part to its populace, who live up to their reputation for easy friendliness.
My first opportunity to visit Europe came during my junior year at university. I'd always wanted to study abroad, but my full-tuition scholarship didn't contribute much toward such far-flung adventures.
I lived in Manchester for the past year and explored North England's gorgeous countryside from there, but I also found time to squeeze in a couple of jaunts to nearby Wales.
When Jackie and I had a look-see of the Hotel Café Royal, on Regent Street perilously close to the Circus, I was surprised to find myself hankering after the place. It is everything Piccadilly Circus isn't: calm, quiet, good-looking and elegant.
In Iceberg Alley, as the sea along the northern coast is called, vodka and beer are made with melted icebergs. Resourceful captains have created a cottage industry of harvesting the bergs, hauling them ashore, and selling the ancient, pristine water. They even use it to make wine.
Thanks to the cooking style and the well-calculated portion sizes, Jackie and I walked away entirely satisfied but by no means stuffed.
I wake up naturally, no alarms needed anymore. The sun greets me, as it does every morning, and my French doors open onto my patio, where I can watch the waves crash over the rocks in the bluest of oceans. Birdsong mixes with the calls of howler monkeys, letting me know that they are somewhere in the trees. My yard looks like a jungle -- coconut palms, fruit and avocado trees.
If there is one thing we know, no matter the country we expats live in, we will never be 'locals.' We can get legal residence status and even become full-fledged second-passport carrying citizens of any of these countries if we so choose... but we will never ever be Mexican or Ecuadorian or Nicaraguan or Costa Rican or Panamanian...