The tide is moving in—splashing black sea urchins cleaved to gray rocks—as I lounge on Hermosa Beach in a hammock strung between palms. I am at Pranamar Villas, an eco-friendly resort in Santa Teresa, Costa Rica. World-class surfing and yoga, lush waterfalls and a monkey-canopied forest are some of the …Read More »
Separate But Equal Whether you’re on the French side or Dutch side, St. Martin offers the unexpected.
Then we were like, “Where is St. Martin?” I mean, it had one of those “St.” names like so many Caribbean islands do, so it was probably awesome. But what if it was one of those resort-y places full of partying college students or some all-inclusive spot with bland drinks …Read More »
When Nina Compton was a fledgling N’Orleanian, a friend offered her crawfish bisque at Easter time. The idea underwhelmed Compton, who helms Compère Lapin in the city’s warehouse district. “I’m thinking to myself, ‘I’ve had crawfish bisque a thousand times. What’s so special about yours?’” she recalls. But the execution …Read More »
On a sunny September afternoon three years ago, my wife and I sat on a veranda overlooking Slovenia’s Lake Bled, noshing on a slab of local cream cake. Not the prettiest named locale, I admit—does Dracula do a timeshare here?— but this historic resort area offers a fairy-tale setting of …Read More »
On a cool Monday night in West Hollywood, silver stars light the sky as I snuggle under a fur throw to screen a thriller. I’m rooftop at the Petit Ermitage Hotel, savoring a glass of pinot noir, its dark, earthy scent all musk and wood, graciously handed to me by …Read More »
Saturday night, and the restaurant is so jumping it’s all my wife, Jill, and I can do to snag the last two seats at the bar. Next challenge: which of the three stellar dishes set before us to dive into first. There’s a bowl of steamed clams, tender and …Read More »
Vampires of South Beach When a 50-something mom takes her new college grad daughter to South Beach, she wonders if she can still rock the club scene—or even stay up past midnight.
It is a sunny Friday morning in South Beach: Parakeets perch above me in swaying palms as I sink into an easy chair and sip hot coffee. All the while Latin music pulses through this oasis of a garden at the beautiful Shore Club Hotel. At 8 a.m., the music …Read More »
Jax to the Max A frequent visitor to Jacksonville, Fla., sees the city shift from cultural wasteland to wonderland.
When my dad moved to Jacksonville, Fla., in 1999, to take a job, my stepmother and younger sisters in tow, it was like many other port cities at that time—a place with a great location on the water but past its prime. The downtown did look impressive with its skyscraper …Read More »
A Less-Touristy Tuscany A journalist and his bride seek out the quiet, quirky romance of less traveled Barga.
My iPhone vibrates me gently awake just before 7, and a rustic beamed ceiling comes into focus above me. I’m lying in the back bedroom of a 16th-century house in the North Tuscan hill town of Barga. After pushing open a shuttered window for a quick peek, I dress quietly …Read More »
It isn’t so much that my husband, Ben, and I are drinking a bottle of wine (OK, a second bottle of wine). Or that we’ve sprung for an expense-account array of appetizers, shareable entrees and sides. Or even that we’ve been bogarting this corner of the patio for more than …Read More »