Not that you can really claim to know a city after spending 24 hours there, but sometimes that’s all the time you’ve got to see it. And although it doesn’t seem like much, you can really handle business in a day if you do it right. Here’s how I spent one perfect day in Shanghai.
Whenever I flee New York City for a weekend, slowing down is the primary goal, finding good food a very close second. Turns out, Maine is great for both. Even if you don’t live for lobster (the crustacean is so prevalent here, that even McDonalds serves up a seasonal McLobster sandwich), America’s northeasternmost sea-loving state is never short on charm—and York is one town there that does charm best.
I had never really thought much about Maryland, nor had I heard of a little waterside town, population a smidge over 1,000, called St. Michaels. But turns out the town an hour and a half from Washington, D.C. was the site of the wedding in Wedding Crashers (the crashees were married at the centuries-old Inn at Perry Cabin by Belmond) and it’s been described among the ranks of the Hamptons and Nantucket, yet without the pomp and glut of people.
About an hour and a half outside of NYC by car, Warwick is right there, but it feels like you’ve completely absconded the city grime. The low-key lake town has just what you need: water, worthy sustenance and wineries.
There’s something about the way the Northeast names its getaway spots that gives them an auto-snooty air: The Hamptons, The Berkshires, The Poconos, The Catskills. And anytime I visit a so-named spot, my West Coast friends scoff.
I’m finally back, back in Cali, Cali.
Or home, as it should be. But home is a funny thing when you’re me. When someone asks where I’m from, my eyes glaze over while I decide how to launch into the list of places I call home
It is time to get serious. No more wining the night away, fête after fête, for Carnival. No more all day beach sessions in California when only my hunger pangs could separate me from the sand. No more eats and greets and whatever my little heart desires. No. The fêtes have been replaced by writing, writing has taken over my beach days, and the eats and greets have been substituted with–writing. Syracuse, me, and my painstakingly expelled 6,452 words, have spent a beautiful summer together in grad school. And by beautiful I mean I never saw anything outside of my often blank computer screen…
It’s that time of year again. Men are roaming the streets carrying tiny, teal bags that are sure to spell delight. Heart-shaped boxes filled with chocolates are out in full force. Everything in the United States has turned red and pink. And people are freaking out about what they are going to do, where they are going to do it, and what gift they are going to rack their brains over for Valentine’s Day. Me? I have a very, very hot date, and I am counting the minutes until we are together. Slim, sleek, and seasoned, my date is worldly in every…
We spent 33 days on the road, posed for pictures in front of 33 state signs, visited 44 cities, and drove over 11,000 miles! The adventures were endless and each day held something different. The horizons before us changed colors and shapes as desert turned to badlands and farms turned to cities. Every place was new; every day was new. With all that newness came a lot of great discoveries and also some that I could probably have done without. Here are some of the best and worst of our days on the open road: Best Meal: It’s hard to…
Everything about Montana was a surprise. It was a surprise that we ended up driving through it as it was never on the original route plan, and it was a surprise that I kind of fell in love with it. I mean, let’s be honest, it just isn’t one of those states most people even think of very often. After all, the only thing I knew about Montana was that it is Big Sky Country, whatever that entailed, I had no idea. We drove west through the state and passed a man selling handmade wooden stools at the side of the…