"Unspoiled." The word conjures up images of chaste fawns lapping up crystal-clear waters in a lush valley while a harpist plays n the background. Or, we might've just described Bambi. But really, here are tourist-friendly islands where civilization hasn't yet fully ruined everything.
By: Kevin Alexander and Matt Lynch ...
I remembered that Café Murano risotto and saw the basket of ripe farmers' market tomatoes on the counter. I used to not cook Swiss chard (or other greens) with tomato. Ever. It was a little idée fixe of mine that they were natural-born enemies.
There is much we 'northerners can learn from Latinos and their culture, similar to ours in many ways and very different in others. If you intend to retire overseas, these are some things you may want to know in advance. Latinos live life with gusto.
Imagine this scenario: Two friends sit in Starbucks, drinking frappuccinos. One is using her smartphone to show the other photos of her recent vacation.
Waterfalls, large and small, tumble down the cliffs every few yards - and, alas, a zillion selfies click every few nano-inches on the observation platforms with a gazillion inane and insane grimaces, grins and grunts. I must be in a proud minority of one in my aversion to the selfie craze.
After almost two years of full-time travel, of extended stays in Italian university towns, Croatian coastal retreats, and forested German hideaways, I've finally come home. All it took was some exploration, a lot of paperwork, and a little luck.
As an expat retiree, you'll find yourself with more free time: time to retool and learn new skills. Time to spot opportunities, and to pursue them. Your retirement is likely to be much longer than your grandfather's was. What you do with it will be up to you.
Summer is a time for leisure and travel. To escape the daily grind and take that lone vacation that we've strived for the other 51 weeks out of the year. Many people fly to these destinations.
Here are a few things we've eaten that might lend themselves to home cooking.
Our travel days coincided with not one but two prospective industrial actions, and, as usual, it was difficult to get reliable and useful updates from news media -- or indeed from railroad employees, at least one of whom was a positive volcano of misinformation.
I'd forgotten that frittatine were on my post-vacation to-cook list. What reminded me to try making this Neapolitan snack staple -- which amounts to fried macaroni and cheese -- was a post on Twitter that depicted a macaroni pie, something that is evidently highly prized in Scotland and is an object of good-humored derision in many other places. (To me it sounds as if it might be addictive; I'll try one some time.)
It was during a visit to São Paulo that a budding acquaintance with Denise Milan was spawned. I was drawn to her work and a world of discovery that she presented to me through her stone constructs and the multilayered tableaus that resonated throughout her installations.
OK, there's absolutely no evidence that Orpheus, the mythical musician who set the trees and rocks a-dancing with his melodies but lost his wife Eurydice forever with that fateful, most verboten backward glance on the way up from Hades where a nasty snake bite had dispatched her, was born here in Xanthi in Thrace.
Every year, MasterCard puts together its Global Destination Cities Index, which tracks airline ticket purchases, souvenir purchases, and other travel spending data to figure out which cities are the most popular with tourists. Here's 2015's list.
No, not psycho-drama, nor social drama, but a town in Macedonia at the foot of the Rhodope Mountains about an hour by bus from Kavala -- thus called not for any Thespian reason but apparently shortened from its classical name Hydrama meaning rich in water, which it indeed is.