Category: Travel
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The great American summer
Summer is nearing its end. For you summerphiles aghast that I should mention this – after all, summer is not technically over until September 22 in the northern hemisphere – I must tell you that I anticipate all seasons equally. Perhaps pumpkin spice latte season more equally. . . Anyhow, here are five activities that…
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The art of acquiring a taste for vegetables. . . and art
Developing a taste for art is like developing a taste for broccoli. I used to receive weekly emails telling me about my baby’s stages of development. One of those emails from the “experts” told me it can take babies up to 15 tries of one food before they acquire a taste for it. Fifteen! Fortunately,…
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that store down the road with the foreign name. . . try it.
I find that after living in the same place for a year or so, I settle into my favorite haunts and hideaways. There is an occasional foray into the unknown, like my recent drive through an off-my-beat neighborhood because I needed something only carried in “that part of town.” I stay in my comfort zone, as most creatures do.…
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art museum. toddler. security guard with acute apprehension.
I didn’t grow up frequenting art museums. For one, there weren’t that many in our local area (various African cities). For another, if they weren’t free, I’m sure my parents weren’t going to fork over the cash for five kids to run down the halls, screaming to see how loud it would echo. Last month…
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Baby’s first summer safari (minus Louis Vuitton luggage)
My oldest daughter’s first safari was in Malawi. In Swahili, ‘safari’ means journey, expedition or trip. So, technically, her first safari was the drive home from the hospital after her birth. That felt like an expedition to me. Most people, however, associate a safari with Africa and a drive across the savannah searching for an…
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Leonard’s, The Great Equalizer – Honolulu, Hawaii
The native and the foreign. Red with sunburn or white with sunscreen. The wrinkled and the botoxed. Some dripping with sea water. Jolly babes young and old. Cadillac rich and missing-car-window poor. They all come stand line to receive a pink box, contents whopping hot and fresh out of the fryer. Malasadas oozing with stuffed…
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Will travel with kids. . . but not this week. . . in Hawaii
I am posting this from Oahu, Hawaii, where locals really do say “Aloha!” In fact, nearly all the stereotypes about Hawaii that have leapt the waves of the Pacific and reached the mainland are validated within the first hour of my arrival – people wear leis and flowers, men wear Hawaiian shirts, floral and island…
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The first good-bye – 1986
In 1986 my family moved overseas for the first time, taking along all our worldly possessions and saying good-bye “for forever.” Today, I’m proud to have my mom as a guest writer share about that experience. Thanks mom! Traveling with children had always meant piling suitcases in the car — and blankies, a pacifier, diapers,…
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Out the door, down the steps and. . . I’m not in Tuscany
Nope. I’m not in Tuscany or Provence. I’m not twirling in an open field in the Alps, arms spread wide as I sing “The hills are alive. . .” I’m not surrounded by a sea of color in an open air market. I’m not even watching dolphins frolic in the surf of a blue sea…
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Civil unrest, financial crisis and natural disasters all mean one thing – prime time to visit!
Sebastian Smee recently published an article in the Boston Globe describing a recent 3-week excursion to Greece with three generations of family ranging from 4 to 68-years-old. All I’ve been hearing about Greece lately relates to financial crisis, public demonstrations and even tear gas in Syntagma Square. Although the future is uncertain for Greece, for…
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