Insatiable explorer. Resolute eye-opener to my kids. Closing in on 60 countries.
After tapeworms and hostage situations, my third-biggest travel phobia is to get home and learn that I'd been just around the corner from a UNESCO site, but -- whether for lack of awareness, planning or basic competence -- missed it. And so although I'm certainly capable of relaxing on a beach, my tendency is to move swiftly while doing my best (as one friend described it, borrowing from Thoreau) to "suck the marrow" out of everything along the way. So this site reflects that general preference.
Besides, the big, beautiful world is beckoning, the clock is ticking, and I don't know many folks with more than a month or so of vacation each year. Are we really going to spend all of it harvesting lavender at that abbey in Provence?
Mmmm Meals: South Beach, Miami
Each fall for the past several years, my work has taken me to Miami, where I’ve enjoyed horizontal rain in gale-force winds, Zika fumigation air raids, and plenty of good eats with good company.
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