One of the things I miss most about living on the East Coast is escaping to Vermont for a long holiday weekend. I always felt a bit like a rebel: while I watched the traffic pile up heading south toward the Jersey Shore, I’d cruise all the way up the Garden State Parkway to the New York State Thruway unhindered. Entering Vermont was always a bit of culture shock: roadside … [Read more...] about In and Around Manchester, Vermont: 4 (More) Things to Love
When I’d just moved to the Seattle area, I lived like an itinerant preacher--welp, minus the preachin’. I spent six weeks just north of the city in Edmonds and another week south of the city in the Georgetown neighborhood but I have to say my favorite stint was the five days I spent in Bremerton, west of Seattle and accessible by a 55-minute ferry. After five days walking … [Read more...] about The Best of Bremerton, Washington
I had a bit of an epiphany today when, in the wee hours of the morning--thanks to one more sporadic case of insomnia--I came across a comment in a recent article by Seth Kugel, the New York Times' Frugal Traveler columnist. In the piece, Kugel reviewed reader comments from the column over the past year for a bit of self-critique, using both praise and reproof as a barometer … [Read more...] about You *Do* Actually Want to Travel, Don’t You?
Sometimes I feel like such a fraud. Often, while traveling solo, I'll meet someone--usually a group of women traveling together--and we'll exchange travel stories. "Are you traveling by yourself?" they'll ask me. I'll smile. "Uh-huh." "You're so brave!" they'll exclaim. No, not really. I'm not brave. Not at all. I have ample experiences that say the opposite. … [Read more...] about Confession: I Am a Travel Chicken
It doesn’t usually hit right away. In the hours and days right after returning from a trip, you’re still coasting around on a cloud of euphoria, filled with the excitement and pleasant memories of the past few days or weeks. And then, after about a week after stepping over your still-packed suitcase for the umpteenth time, the lightness begins to fade, the permanent smile … [Read more...] about Haagen-Dazs, Shoes, and the “Between Travel” Blues