Rum Runners Trail—A Taste of Nova Scotia’s Coast
Smell the fresh saltiness of a coastal breeze. Pause to watch sailboats tack across the bay. Feel the joy of freedom. Come explore Nova Scotia’s Atlantic coast.
Smell the fresh saltiness of a coastal breeze. Pause to watch sailboats tack across the bay. Feel the joy of freedom. Come explore Nova Scotia’s Atlantic coast.
Names that identify the subject and the author or photographer make an editor smile.
Nestled into a sheltered bay on the far east side of Lac Léman Switzerland—that’s Lake Geneva to us tourists—the resort town of Montreux is a special place. This picturesque city sits at the foot of the Swiss Alps along the medieval road from London to the Eternal City, the Via Francigena.
We just happened to book our Airbnb right beside this wonderful Mercado. We had no idea what was in store and that in our three days in Madrid we would eat there at least once a day.
The late-afternoon sunshine is pleasantly warm as people migrate to one end of the big grassy field. There’s a palpable excitement in the air. A shout is heard from the crowd, “It’s a go!” There are more cheers from the crowd and then suddenly, as if on cue, a kaleidoscope of patterns and colors appear right before your eyes.
When Elsa and Debby boarded the Viking Sky, they met as two strangers, both travel writers, eager for the upcoming adventure: In Search of the Northern Lights. Twelve days later, they left as two friends, survivors of an epic sea drama that could have cost them their lives.
Spaces, you know, the thing that occurs when you hit the space bar on your keyboard. They are an essential part of written language. However, those spaces, when misused, can drive an editor loopy.
Sparkling light from a rose-tinged sunset dance off the waters near the Bay Bridge. The iconic city lights of San Francisco slowly appear. It’s the perfect place to enjoy savory tapas and a strong beverage. Yet when Michael Chiarello, longtime maestro of Wine Country cuisine, is at the helm, expect a decidedly California twist on this Spanish standby.
In Peru, ceviche is considered a national dish, but most central- and south-American countries, and also Mexico, have their own versions. The imperative for good ceviche is fresh fish or seafood. Really fresh. For Peruvians, ceviche is a lunch-time food. That’s when the fish is at its freshest. The early morning catch is the mid-day ceviche.
The towering snow-capped Alps jutted into the sky behind us, shrinking as we drove southward through the gently rolling green hills. Dark church steeples and shadowy medieval towers dotted the distant landscape, barely visible through the receding fog. As we wound our way through the twisting side roads, neat rows of vineyards zipped past the window, punctuated by an occasional field of grazing cattle. If we hadn’t detrained in Turin an hour ago, I’d have thought I dozed off and woke up in a Hans Christian Andersen story.