Little bits of Argentine magic, captured at random: – At Don Julio’s, after scarfing down a basket of bread knots soaked in spicy tapenade, a platter of butterflied sirloin, and a serving of chocolate mousse large enough to have its own...
After smooth and uneventful flights, we walked out of Argentine Immigration Control and into the open arms of Jorges, who had a spacious — and air conditioned — van waiting for us just outside The trip into town took only a half-hour or...
Over on Flickr.com, I've finally posted my Top 50 photos from the Hawaii cruise. If you're in need of a quick virtual vacation, why not pop on over and try the full-screen slideshow mode? Just click on the little gray slideshow screen, and the slide...
The first time it happened, it was mildly funny. The clueless server in the Skyline Dining Room dropped off our water glasses, beamed at us with a vacuous smile, looked around our table, and said, "What? No wives?" The question took us all off guard...
We pulled out of Kauai today, heading back to Honolulu. Tomorrow by this time, I'll be on a non-stop Delta flight to Atlanta. Today, as we pulled out of port, I sat next to a plump elderly woman with long gray hair, kind blue eyes, and a bright pink...
Right up front: I'm in Hawaii, where the sunlight and sea and landscape and local people dazzle me constantly with their beauty and aloha spirit. In light of all I'm being given this week, having any critical attitude at all seems, well, ungrateful...
I have read about tours of the Grand Canyon that involve having corn-fed Mormon boys carry you through the wilderness by day, then cook you gourmet meals at night. Our hiking tour of the rainforest near Paia was not quite as decadent, but still fun...
Our first day on Maui starts with shopping in Lahaina, walking along Front Street. Finds include an outpost of the Honolulu Cookie Company, where the pineapple-shaped shortbreads have been dipped in dark chocolate. After pretty good fish tacos at...
Our cruise to the Hawaiian islands begins with a quick flight to Houston and a breakfast-length layover. Ah, the greasy pleasures of an airport breakfast stromboli! In the past, I would have eaten a whole one, but my slimmer self splits a small one...