The morning of our last full day in Hopkins Bay, I woke up anxious. The previous day, our planned excursion had been rescheduled due to spotty weather. This was our last chance. I ran to the window, and flung open the curtains to tentatively clear skies. Snappily-named Cook-Your-Catch snorkeling and fishing adventure, here we come! We…

Happy Monday! The past week found me in Boston and Albany. Boston was the perfect stopover en route back from Martha’s Vineyard, especially since my little sister recently relocated there from New Orleans. I’ve been to the city dozens of times — my Dad lived in Cambridge for years, and Albany is less than three hours…

“It’s just so nice to be able to do my own laundry again!” If you said this to anyone other than a long term traveler, you might be met with a raised eyebrow or two. But fellow nomads know there’s something comforting about being able to simply wash your own clothes, which is why you’ll often…

We’d come from New York, New Orleans, Chicago, and Flores — three by plane, one by bus. It had been a long journey to get to a tiny fisherman’s village about three hours south of Belize City. But as we unloaded onto the sandy paths of Hopkins Bay Resort, any travel fatigue we might have been…

When I was thirteen, I carefully ripped a page out of a magazine I’d found at the orthodontists’ office. Wanderlust had begun to take hold on my psyche, and I’d forgone the gossip rags and fashion fluff in favor of an old issue of Condé Nast Traveler. Something in it had caught my eye. And so…