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 »
Rainbow Connection A writer rediscovers two legends-and falls for two newcomers-on a colorful weekend in New York City.
The dance floor rotates at a snail’s pace. A ringside crowd, dressed to the nines, longs for the Count Basie orchestra to begin. Under a chandeliered 23-foot dome, vintage wine and Champagne flow as if it is New Year’s Eve, not an ordinary Friday night. We are seated in the …Read More »
I sheepishly admit that despite having honeymooned on one of the ABC islands (Aruba, Bonaire and Curaçao) a little over two years ago, the only thing I knew about Curaçao was its blue liqueur. After a week visiting mainstays and newer attractions, I have gained an appreciation of the small …Read More »
Culture Rich A local writer discovers a mix of poverty, progress and pride in colorful Havana, Cuba.
As our plane touches the runway, my stomach churns. The sensation in my belly has nothing to do with airsickness and everything to do with where we are landing. Visions of colorful houses, vintage cars from the ’50s and sexy Latin music dance in my head—but so does apprehension. Havana …Read More »
In my decades of beach trips en famille, I have rented many a vacation house. Perhaps other moms can sympathize with me on the problematic aspects of this getaway format. If you stay in a house with your family, someone is going to be buying groceries, cooking, straightening up and …Read More »
Pop up: A highlight of the festival was “Pop the Kennebunks,” a Moroccan-themed party under a tent on the Kennebunk River. I’m a bit of a snob when it comes to shellfish. I don’t get the fascination with steamed crabs, preferring at least a mouthful of meat to emerge from …Read More »
The first time I visited Scottsdale, Ariz., I was in my mid-20s and catering for the rock band Tool (yeah, I know that dates me). One of my oldest friends, Sonia, and her husband had just relocated there from Los Angeles. I escaped work for a few hours to explore …Read More »
Fallingwater, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright, was built in 1935. We all know that traveling involves a bit of role-play, an escape, of sorts, from the mess of one’s real life. At home, most of us are encumbered—necessarily cluttered—with well-worn belongings and quotidian responsibilities (dishes to wash, oil to change). …Read More »
Spring break at Crested Butte in Colorado is all blue, the deep azure of a sky against white snow so bright on a sunny day it’s nearly impossible to take it all in without a pair of Maui Jims. They’re called bluebird days, when the sky matches the blue square …Read More »