Layover In Lisbon
Even in a hotel filled with Americans, you can spot the airline crew the second you walk into the bar. The jean shorts, the golf shirts, the neatly groomed hair…the clutch of folks who clearly know each other well but Read More …
That drink with each new place to level me & put me in touch with a new spot on the map
Even in a hotel filled with Americans, you can spot the airline crew the second you walk into the bar. The jean shorts, the golf shirts, the neatly groomed hair…the clutch of folks who clearly know each other well but Read More …
Geneva, with its Swiss-mountain backdrop and snow-fed lake, makes for an achingly beautiful postcard–or just the right setting for a high-end show of gorgeous new jet flying machines. It had been decades since I’d been there–and just passing through–so I Read More …
While there are those who would counsel you against imbibing at altitude (it’s dehydrating…it saps your energy…it disturbs your rest), I have my own cautions, but they’re far from the proscriptive sort. Two things: 1. Your sense of flavor’s dulled Read More …
I almost had enough time to leave the Philadelphia International Airport, hit Reading Market, and return, but I didn’t feel intrepid enough to go through security again. That said, with nine hours to kill, I needed a cogent strategy in Read More …
Strangers meet in airports—it’s such a cliché, yet it happens every day. Our intersections bring together disparate folks on a shared mission, Point A to Point B, sometimes on a journey extended by extenuating circumstances. The pair next to me Read More …
We’d stopped by for Mother’s Day last year—the perfect outing for a fun-loving, taste-full mom—so it made sense on a Sunday visit to drop by the Montross Brewery on the Northern Neck in Virginia to see what new treats they Read More …
Women who brew are a rare breed in Portugal, and we’ve had fortune smile upon us enough to have a great micro brewer stake a claim just down the hill from our home in Praia das Maçãs. Marta Pardal began Read More …
Not far from the castillo in what was once (and still is) the rough border/port town of Málaga, wandering the side streets and into La Victoria, you can find the craft beer sene percolating away, giving you options beyond the Read More …
It was a snapshot in time and we crossed paths for a few moments. S agreed that the man striking up conversation with us looked a lot like Bill Nighy—except we found out he was a Dane, moving from place Read More …
So nice we stopped in twice…on the same night. Nothing encourages me to leave the comfort of my couch early for a meeting in the city like two things: beating the traffic snarl at 5 pm, and the chance to Read More …