Where we’re at: I’m recapping my travels in 2019, including this time at our family home in Martha’s Vineyard in August. I’ve blogged about festivals and traditions all over the world, and it’s no secret they are one of my favorite aspects of travel. Yet one of my most cherished annual events takes place on an island that’s…

Where we’re at: I’m recapping my summer of 2019, including my time in my hometown of Albany. I realize for some this is a difficult time to read about travel. I am writing often about our current global crisis — the impact it’s having on me personally, on the world of travel, and on the world…

Well hello, 2020. Yes, we’re already more than a month in, but I feel like I blinked and 2019 was in the rearview. I was eager to have most of my plans firmed up by the end of January, but life keeps pulling me in a more spontaneous direction — I write this post from San…

Where we’re at: I’m recapping the winter of 2018-2019, wrapping up with this post about all I got up to while I was home in Albany from December through February. There’s no two ways about it — winter in Upstate New York is brutal, especially if you’re not a winter sports aficionado. This was my first full…

Whoops — did not mean to take such a long break from blogging. I have been insanely busy getting our 2020 Wander Women Retreats live, and also, to be honest, a bit stymied by this next post in my chronological queue. This post opens the floodgates, I promise! I just prepped posts for New York City, the…

Where we’re at: I’m recapping my 2019 travels, which kicked off with this brief New Year’s Eve trip to Mexico. For a long time, there was a glaring omission on my destinations map: from Panama to Canada, I’d been to every country in North and Central America, with the embarrassing exception of Mexico. Finally, I was…

Where we’re at: I’m recapping the winter of 2018, of which this is my second-to-last post. Next up, my spontaneous four day Mexico trip for New Year’s. I think this is another one of those posts that I’ve been sort of putting off writing, because it’s a pretty poignant and personal one — even if I know…