Alajuela was our last stop. Really, it was just meant to be a spot near the airport to have a shower and a snooze before catching our flights home. But the city turned out to be incredibly photogenic.
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Alajuela was our last stop. Really, it was just meant to be a spot near the airport to have a shower and a snooze before catching our flights home. But the city turned out to be incredibly photogenic.
I can’t describe the Costa Rican town of Puerto Viejo without resorting to cliches— white sand beaches, jungle-lined roads made for biking, fresh Caribbean food and plenty of sunshine.
Öribë Co-op operates from a 600 person Ngöbe native village where 30 families tend the 100% organic cocoa production.
Bocas Town on Colon island is the commercial hub of the area, buzzing day and night with visitors and locals alike, as well as an impressive range of accommodations, restaurants and nightlife.
One day while staying on Bastimentos Island in the Bocas del Toro area of Panamà, Julie and I set out in search of a local legend.
I have a thing for islands. There is something about the isolation that preserves a sort of microcosm, in a way the mainland cannot. The Bocas del Toro archipelago sounded like the ideal place to taste Panamanian island life.
My best girl, Julie, was spending some quality time in Central America so I couldn't resist the opportunity to join her (plus we've never travelled together, whaaa?).
Another hot, extra-long weekend in NYC! Here’s the run down of what we did with recommendations that can be enjoyed all summer long.
We coudn't help but stop at Hawaii's southern most tip to look over the vastness of the Pacific. It was only then that the utter isolation of the islands really sunk in—it's 3,000km to the nearest continent.
We took a helicopter trip over the Kilauea Crater (a generous gift from family). Pure awe.
There is only one city on the Big Island in my eyes, and that's Hilo. Sure it's small and a little new-agey, but the essentials are all covered
When we first pulled up to Linda's house after driving down a lonely road into the middle of the Hawaiian jungle, I wondered if staying 5 nights here would be a few too many. It seemed remote and the property was almost being swallowed by the surrounding brush.
After the leaving the highlands around Hawi we were craving some beach time, and of course more delicious food, so we continued around the coast of the Big Island.
We had a few days before catching our Cessna flight to the Big Island to give Ken's brother, SImo a blitz tour of what we saw in Maui the previous year.
Our brief visit to the Ise Peninsula felt otherworldly. We drove in (and out) through the most impossible fog and heavy rain but this didn't dampen the magic.
We had four of the most comfortable sleeps in Arashiyama, a beautiful suburb of Kyoto—a far cry from the North American definition of that word.
We reached Kyoto via a night's stop in Takayama, a mountain town where we (finally) biked through rice fields, hiked the surrounding hills and found a surprising nod to Americana.
I feel we owe the Tokyo neighbourhood of Shimokitazawa a love letter, or at least a thank you note. It was the first (and last) stop on our Japan journey and we immediately felt at home.
The Zeeland (meaning sea-land) area of the lowlands plays out like a fairytale. Just peer in any window and you'll find lace curtains, clogs, porcelain kitten figurines and bouquets of wildflowers.