Heading somewhere far off means running smack into a spectrum of new sights, new sounds, new tastes. But along with these comes the inevitable oven-fresh batch of eye-rolling, mind-blowing, completely incomprehensible Mysteries of Travel.
It's high time, I think, that we stopped forcing everyone to pore over our own vacation albums and, for once, take a peek at theirs. For example, what do tourists from abroad think of traveling here? Are they keen on American food, comfy in our hotels? Do they find it tricky getting around?
As a native New Englander who lives in Los Angeles, I was excited to dine on a recent evening with a female friend. Every single item was outstandingly fresh, delicious and a menu I want to revisit again.
Just in time for the heavy breakfast season, the State of Vermont is trying to ease the national confusion about maple syrup, proposing to re-write the labeling of syrup so we all know what it is we are pouring on our pancakes.
People salivate on line at Starbucks eagerly awaiting their pumpkin spice lattes and delight in slipping on lightweight jackets to compliment the blushing foliage. Why too shouldn't lifting the year's first glass of Apple Brandy be part of the tradition?
Amid March Madness, with "mind-boggling" high temperature records outpacing low temperature records, one has to wonder when people might start hoarding agricultural products damaged by this climate change driven global weirding.