A Brief Visit to Kiryas Joel
Blooming Hill is a small farm located about two hours’ drive north of New York City. Here they grow over 200 varieties of organic fruit and vegetables, selling fresh produce on rough trestle tables inside…
Blooming Hill is a small farm located about two hours’ drive north of New York City. Here they grow over 200 varieties of organic fruit and vegetables, selling fresh produce on rough trestle tables inside…
I walked from Venice Beach to Santa Monica this afternoon. This is one of the world’s great beachside promenades, and I have done it many times before. Still, it never disappoints. It is always an…
For today’s blog I thought I’d start with a few lines of travel poetry: At Charles de Gaulle Airport one fine sunny day the Road Warrior read an itinerary in not quite the right way….
My first contribution to the Qantas online travel magazine, Travel Insider, was published today – 6 of the best spots to get breakfast when next in Los Angeles. You can read it here: http://travelinsider.qantas.com.au/eat-and-drink/breakfast/6-of-the-best-breakfast-spots-in-la/ Special thanks…
I love coffee. I drink up to five cups of the stuff a day. And whenever I’m in Los Angeles, I habitually get my first shot of the morning at Coffee+Food, a small café on…
I was recently invited to spend the 4th of July weekend in Lander, a town of 7,000 in central Wyoming. Friends live there, a seven hour drive north of Denver, literally in the middle of…
Cuba is a place that I feel I know. It features heavily in the news, in film and in literature. Nobel-laureate Ernest Hemingway lived there on and off for thirty years; it was once the…
Warning: this blog is an unapologetic rant. But it is also about travel, at least sort of. — I have just flown from Nassau, in The Bahamas, to Houston, in Texas, and from there on…
Over the years I have been to many sites of Jewish interest, old and new. I have seen my fair share of Jewish neighborhoods, museums, centers, synagogues, historical sites, events, ghettos and memorials. Places which…
I have a dirty little secret; a private shame that I have lived with since high-school days. For most of the time I keep it hidden in a closet, but like an unshakeable cold-sore it…