Family Travel Doesn’t Mean Always Taking the Kids
It might be Antarctica with grown kids; a river cruise in Italy with siblings in their 70s; afall trip to Cape Cod or to a Dude Ranch
Truly welcoming to kids: Four Seasons Ko Olina on Oahu
The Four Seasons Oahu Ko Olina, about a half hour north of Honolulu and the crowds on Waikiki, lives up to its promises
Checking out the food scene on Kauai
The story of the Taro plant, a mainstay of Hawaii cooking, is spiritual. It’s the eldest sibling of the Hawaiian Royal Family in legend
At the literal end-of-the-road on Kauai HI
I came upon this 52-unit resort more than a decade ago when my daughters were hiking one day, and I’ve always wanted to return.
Climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro with my daughter
Many people who lose 35 pounds would splurge on a new wardrobe. I opted for this adventure—one I could share with my daughter before she left for college. That was six years ago and I’ve traveled the world since. Still, our Kili Climb remains one of the most memorable trips we’ve ever taken.
TIME TO GO FISHING AGAIN – to a great resort in Canada
Last summer, after many years away from the sport, son Matt and I decided it was time to go fishing again. We recruited our cousin-in-law Mike Sitzman and his dad John, who live in Golden, CO to join us. After some basic internet research we decided upon a spot in Canada’s Ontario Province – Garden Island Lodge
The Chick Flies the Coop
“This is going to be the first time truly putting my travel skills from growing up to the test but I know it is just the beginning,” my youngest daughter Mel wrote in the “thank you” note she left
Two weeks in France visiting Paris, champagne country and Normandy via river cruise
Arriving in Paris jet-lagged, a quick trip to see Monet’s water lillies at the Musee de L’Orangerie was just the tonic. Armed with a Paris Pass, we didn’t have to wait in a long line for tickets.
A real pasta machine: in the charming village of Grazie
Day Six – at charming small restaurant La Locanda de le Grazie in the village of Grazie just a few miles outside the amazingly preserved undiscovered Renaissance city of Mantova (Mantua in English).
Skiing in Austria
I’ve never seen such wide open slopes — no trees, no houses, just field after field of newly fallen snow. And I’ve never seen my 18-year-old daughter Mel, an avid and expert skier, as happy to ski with mom.