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When the princely white Arabian stallion fell in a puddle in the middle of the sprawling arena, we thought our perfectly planned day on the Mayan Riviera in Mexico had crashed to the floor along with the horse. In an instant, people in the stadium were on their feet, craning their necks to see what had happened. All human breathing stopped for a long, long moment during this white-knuckle event…. Read More
"Get out of the water! A shark!”
We had been in for only a few minutes when we saw the telltale shark fin slice through the water directly toward us. This was something we hadn’t bargained for. We’d signed up to swim with stingrays off Grand Cayman, not sharks.
Getting to Nova Scotia is half the fun if you book passage for yourself and car on the CAT, a Bay Ferry catamaran that departs from Portland and Bar Harbor, Maine and arrives in Yarmouth a few hours later. It’s quick and efficient and has enough entertainment (casino, movies, gift shop) to keep anyone entertained, adults and kids alike. Any storms in the Bay of Fundy pass quickly, so sit back and enjoy the ride. And every now and then take a look out the window. You never know when you might get a glimpse of a whale straight out of "Moby Dick."
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When you hear the clip-clop of hooves, smell the syrupy sweet aroma of shoo-fly pie, spot colorful hex signs on the side of barns and observe men with long beards and black hats riding their horse-drawn buggies down rural roads, you’ll know you’re in Pennsylvania Dutch Country.
Lancaster County is the heart and soul of "Penn Dutch," as the home of the Amish people living in this region west of Philadelphia is commonly called, and over five million people every year visit towns in Penn Dutch whose strange names include Bird-in-Hand, Paradise and Intercourse.
Think of Gettysburg and what comes to mind? The Civil War. Abraham Lincoln. Green battle fields that stretch all the way to the horizon. Fifty thousand soldiers, Confederate and Union, whose blood was spilled in those fields.
The word "spiritual" isn’t usually one of the words associated with Gettysburg, but it should be. Contemplative and inspirational should be in the lexicon, too.
Just over a sweeping bridge from San Diego, lies Coronado Island, where Balboa’s water playground stretches uninterrupted toward the horizon, shimmering like iridescent turquoise taffeta.
Coronado is technically a peninsula with a long, slender causeway parallel to the shore as it reaches ten miles almost to Mexico. The residents like to think of the large piece of land lying just off San Diego as an island because it’s accessed by bridge or ferry boat.
Connie Francis immortalized Fort Lauderdale in 1960 with the release of "Where The Boys Are." Since then, this South Florida city has grown up and so have the boys. And a few own homes along Millionaire’s Row in the Intracoastal Waterway.
Fort Lauderdale is no longer an "in" destination for kids on semester break. It’s become a grown-up place where sophisticated adults gather to enjoy the great weather, outdoor activities and world-class dining and shopping.
On a warm summer night, the winding streets of Old Town Marblehead are a haven for peace and quiet. Life slows its treadmill pace and is conducive to just being. Flower boxes attached to vintage clapboard homes overflow with geraniums and trailing vines, and the rosy glow of Maxfield Parrish sunsets invite daydreaming.
Copley Square was named for the great Boston painter John Singleton Copley who was born in Boston in 1737. In the 1870′s the square was an awkward piece of leftover land in the Back Bay area south of Boylston Street. The area was never given any serious design attention until landscape architects Sasaki, Dawson and DeMay’s stepped in. The trio later won a national competition for Copley Square’s design that was executed in 1969. Today, the square bustles with the energy of tourists and residents who live in elegant, beautifully restored brownstone homes.
Got garlic? If not, you’ll find plenty in Boston’s North End. The pungent aroma of this flavorful herb will give your olfactory glands a workout for sure, and you won’t have to move a muscle. All you have to do is stand on any street corner and inhale. Little wonder, given the inexhaustible supply of Italian restaurants lining the North End’s streets. And every one of them is shouting "Mangia!"