Alaska, here we come. In seven months, anyway. It wasn’t intentional. I mean, sure, I’d been eyeballing post-Labor Day flight deals,...
It’s not every day that you celebrate being married to someone for twenty years. Marriage is generally not something I expect to take...
Like most people who leisure travel on the regular, I’m jonesing to get on an airplane and . . . go somewhere. I’m also concerned...
No matter where travel takes me, there’s always something that sticks with me long after I leave. In Venice, Italy it’s the sweet...
It seems weird to think that Mr. Pretty and I had just come back from Jamaica at this time last month, and now the entire world is shut down in...
So Mr. Pretty and I are cruising away from Sanger International Airport in Jamaica in an old olive green mini van when the driver, a grizzled and...
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