Ready for sun, cobble stone streets, rich history and beaches? If you have never graced the brick laid streets of St. Augustine then, my friends, plan a trip! It is hands down one of my favorite all time places to visit. From historic museums to ghost tours there is truly something for everyone!
It irks me when people look at what I do as some great and mystical thing, when in reality, I just buy a plane ticket, pack a bag (that, more often than not, ends up being too full of clothes that I never wear), and work out the details on the way.
Who do cities and towns exist for? Is it the people who live there or those who come to visit? Over the last few years this has been a central question in two very different locales for at least some of the residents in both Jackson, WY and New York City, NY.
After spending a long weekend on your little island, yes, I saw people living on the street, smelled garbage and came across a few individuals telling the masses why we were going to go to hell. But it was not enough to ruin your reputation.
Can you think of a trip you took where you didn't see an interesting piece of art or fascinating architecture, or learned something new about the local culture? I bet you can't. The arts become a part of the travel experience even when that isn't the intent of a trip.
Now that the first back-to-school day is officially passed in some states, I want to talk about something simple, yet understated, and in urgent need of addressing. One of my pet-peeves when driving anywhere in the U.S is to see rental cars passing yellow school buses on the streets.
Don't get me wrong, the Mona Lisa's got a lovely smile and all, but there's something soul-crushing about how she's displayed: stowed away in glass, surrounded by hordes of sightseers throwing up "gang symbols" and cheesy smiles for their selfie sticks.
Unfortunately the laws in Thailand and Cambodia are not strong enough to protect elephants from abuse. Today they are considered nothing but livestock, no different than buffalo or cattle, which are not protected against abuse. The law is rarely enforced and fines are small.
I know that you're all used to me writing blogs about dating but I'm taking a brief respite to write a blog about another topic that provides an equally endless source of frustration in my life -- biking in New York City.
On my first trip to Paris in 1988, I had a long list of things to do and see, and the Louvre was number one on that list. The Mona Lisa! The Winged Victory! The Venus de Milo! I didn't get to the Louvre for days.