Why You Should Vacation in a College Town This Summer

Ithaca gorge waterfall

I discovered a new waterfall each day during my morning walks in Ithaca.

America has many beautiful college campuses. Featuring ivy-draped academic buildings clustered on a quad and a community dedicated to learning, thinking, and drinking, they are outstanding places to visit with your teenage son or daughter who is immersed in the college application process.

But what if you’re a senior without a junior? Don’t let that stop you. America’s college towns are terrific vacation destinations. Continue reading

6 Tips to Make Your Weekend Trip a Breeze

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That’s your plane taking off. But you’re still in the parking lot. Ugh. (Photo: Shutterstock)

I have a series of upcoming quick weekend trips with flights out on Friday nights and dreaded early Monday morning returns. These are the jaunts that try one’s soul. I decided to try break some of my usual travel habits to make these weekend getaways easier and less stressful. Continue reading

Drive, Baby, Drive: What You Need to Know Before Renting A Car In Europe

Castle in Bazel BelgiumEurope’s train system is incredible. For the price of a lunch in New York City, you can pick up a 2nd class ticket in any city and get yourself to another city for a day of touring. It’s practical, economical, and reliable.

Why, you ask, did we forsake that security to rent a car?

Um. Because we were traveling Americans. And road trips are what we do. Continue reading

Bannerman Island: Debunking A Suburban Myth

Bannerman Castle

I grew up believing this abandoned structure on an island in the Hudson River was the home of the Wicked Witch of the West and her flying monkeys in the classic film “The Wizard of Oz“. Learning it wasn’t didn’t ruin my 4th of July. And neither did the grey skies and persistent drizzle that accompanied my tour of Bannerman Island. Continue reading

A Glutton’s Paradise: How To Eat Your Way Through Amsterdam

Death by tram.

It’s not the way I wanted my obituary to read. I stepped out of Amsterdam’s Centraal Station¬†onto a cloverleaf of tracks, heading for the #5 tram across the yard. What I didn’t notice was the #12 aiming for me.

Amsterdam tram

“Drop the suitcase!” my husband and friends hollered. I blinked, stared and froze like a piece of bad, government-commissioned public art. Then the adrenaline kicked in and I darted back to the curb. Continue reading