Category: Travel

A Taste of Moorea and Poisson Cru

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Once you’ve arrived on the island of Moorea (just a short hop across the channel from Tahiti) it doesn’t take long for the idea to creep up on you. It might be the intense blue of a tranquil lagoon, or the unbelievably starry night skies. It could be the tropical breezes and the endless sunshine,…

Tahiti Road Trip: Teahupo’o and The Vanira Lodge

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Turquoise seas. Infinity pools. Gourmet buffets. Silk shirts with floral prints. Air-conditioned thatched-roofed huts hovering on stilts above palm-fringed lagoons. Glass floors that allow you to see colorful fish without leaving your room. Fresh fruit baskets delivered to your fare by a well-muscled hot tāne in a sarong. That’s Tahiti, right? Right… but it’s also Hawaii,…

Day One: Papeete, Tahiti – Briefly

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How many times have you heard it? “I’ve always dreamed of running away to Tahiti.” I’ve only just arrived in Papeete, the capital city of Tahiti, the most famous of a world-renowned chain of islands known as the Society Islands. Still, it doesn’t take long to realize why so many people share the fantasy. Tahiti…

Santa Barbara Wine Country Road Trip

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Goethe says, “…The moment one definitely commits one’s self, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance…” Santa Barbara Wine Country Ken…

Valle de Guadalupe Road Trip

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Do you remember that feeling in grade-school when cutting things out of construction paper simply got to be too much and you thought to yourself – “will summer ever get here?” That’s exactly how I’ve felt these past few weeks waiting for summer to finally get here. Oh, I’ve done my best to concentrate on…

Big Corn Island, Nicaragua

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I have a recurring dream. The plot changes but the scenery doesn’t: white sand, turquoise water, and tropical breezes. Sometimes I’m standing on a hilltop and the scene is splayed out in front of me. Other times I’m sitting at a beach bar – my toes in the sand and my eyes on the horizon…

Vigoron: Granada, Nicaragua

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“What’s that?” I think to myself. I’m tempted to get up from my chair, walk across the Parque Central and ask a family of 5 what they’re eating. It must be good, all 5 of them ordered the same thing and all 5 of them picked up their forks simultaneously. There’s only one problem. I’m in Granada, Nicaragua…