Showing posts with label places. Show all posts
Showing posts with label places. Show all posts

Who Else Thinks this Brooklyn Bridge Waterfall Fiasco is Dumb?

So tonight I'm going to peruse the Brooklyn Bridge via watertaxi for work to get a close-up view of this hideous waterfall. Do they really think it's going to rake in the dough from tourism? Right now it looks like a metal erecta-set circa 1982 and any minute Jimmy Hoffa's body is going to get sucked up into it and go over the edge. My hubster's comment this morning on the subway ride while we gawked at it over the Manhattan bridge with all the other commuters? "At least it'll help circulate the East River a little bit."


Frank Sinatra didn't sing about this in his Brooklyn Bridge song... "All the folks in Manhattan are sad... 'cause they all wish they had, a waterfall monstrosity under the Brooklyn Bridge!"

Apparently it's the handiwork of "brainchild of Danish artist Olafur Eliasson." He's the same brainchild of The Weather Project at the Tate Modern, London from 2003.

I do think it's interesting, but horrifically out of place and oddly offensive against such a beauty as The Brooklyn Bridge. It seems tainted somehow. I'll have a better close-up view tonight. Don't call me a hack, it's a free event, can you really pass up the opportunity?

Random Melarchy

The Olsen twins were on our flight from New York to Nashville this afternoon. We texted 10 of our friends before the cabin door closed to tell them and when we landed my cell phone was busting up with comments. The responses ranged from:

"Give Mary Kate a cheeseburger for me!"

"Amazing."

"Who are the Olsen twins?"

"Tell them Bob Boyett says hi."

"Have them sign your boobs for me."

"Do they look like bugged aliens in real life?"

...and my personal guilty favorite...

"Tell them Heath was one of their faults."


BURN! That was a bit harsh. But we have mean friends...

Travel Alert - Free Airfare to St. Lucia

This is an unusual marketing ploy. The Windjammer Landing Resort in St. Lucia is actually offering one free airline ticket (minus taxes) with the price of a 7-day rental.

The rentals start at about $310, so that's still rather steep, especially for a family of 4. You're looking at over $2,000 in rental fee, plus the cost of other airfare. Though if you're looking to get away on your own, it's a pretty sweet deal.

Right now Orbitz is showing a fare of $558 ($664 with taxes) for a directly flight to St. Lucia on September 2nd. So if you're traveling with a family of 4, one gets a free ticket and 3 get a combined bill of $1,992.

It also looks like the villa rates are for 1-2 people and you can purchase an all-inclusive package for an additional charge. So this deal may only be a bargain for a couple. I'd say it's worth it if you're specifically looking for a villa in St. Lucia. But for an overall bargain Caribbean discount, I'm not so sure this is it.

Check it out, might be perfect for honeymooners looking for a splurge...

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

FLY FREE THIS FALL TO ST. LUCIA

Book Seven-Nights at Windjammer Landing Villa Beach Resort

by June 30th and Enjoy Complimentary Airline Tickets

CASTRIES, ST. LUCIA (JUNE 11, 2008) -- Award-winning Windjammer Landing Villa Beach Resort, known for its glorious beach and stunning Mediterranean style villas, announces a free airfare promotion featuring complimentary tickets from all major East Coast gateways that serve St. Lucia via American Airlines for bookings by June 30, 2008.

The luxury resort is extending the promotion to vacationers booking a seven-night stay between September 2 and December 15, 2008.* Travelers booking a two-bedroom villa or larger will receive two tickets; those booking a one-bedroom villa will receive one free ticket (airline taxes are not included). Airfare supplements of $100 apply for travel from the Midwest; $200 from the West Coast.

Nightly rates start at $310 for one or two guests staying in a one-bedroom villa; $510 for a two-bedroom villa, plus tax and service charges. Nightly all-inclusive rates start at $646 for two guests in a one bedroom villa; $882 in a two-bedroom villa. All-inclusive rates include all meals, top-shelf liquor, motorized and non-motorized water sports, entertainment, tax and service charges.

“Fall is a fabulous time to enjoy St. Lucia’s natural beauty and hospitality, as well as special events such as the St. Lucia Bill Fishing Tournament in September, Creole Heritage Month in October and the famed Food and Rum Festival from October 30 to November 2. We hope our promotion will encourage vacationers to plan ahead and enjoy our upscale resort and its spacious, private villas,” said Anthony Bowen, Windjammer Landing Villa Beach Resort’s managing director.

Windjammer Landing Villa Beach Resort, which was awarded green certification, is a premier property set on a crescent-shaped, white-sand beach with stunningly-designed and appointed suites and villas, many with private pools, spread among 60 exotic and flowering acres on the verdant Caribbean island of St. Lucia. With the full-service Serenity Spa, the Jacquot Fun Club, and a choice of romantic restaurants, Windjammer Landing Villa Beach Resort is the perfect retreat for families, couples and anyone seeking top-level service and amenities.

For reservations, contact (800) 345-0356; (800) 958-7376 or visit www.windjammer-landing.com or www.eliteislands.com.

*Packages are subject to availability.

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Why is Andrew Zimmern Always Eating Balls?

Seriously. Does anyone else watch Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern? I use to think food shows were terribly boring, a waste of airtime, and something you only watch at your grandma's who doesn't have real cable. It's not like you can actually eat the food or really get into the excitement of watching Rachael Ray throw EVOO (extra virgin olive oil for you Rachael haters) on the skillet.

But then I discovered Top Chef and realized that watching people eat and cook could be not only interesting, but utterly suspenseful. Nail biting, in fact. Who could believe it when Sam and the bald chick got booted from the show in favor of the guy who only made Spanish food and the mouse dude with the bouffant? Top Chef makes me nervous.

So after becoming a TV foodie, the hubster and I were bored or sick or procrastinating and started watching Bizarre Foods on the Travel Channel. Here's the breakdown of a day in the life of Andrew Z: Andrew Zimmern traverses the world, searching high and low for the most bizarre foods on earth. And he delivers. If you're looking for a good edge of your seat drama, just watch Zimmern shove down intestines, fertilized duck embryo, cricket stir-fry, purple yam ice cream and cheese ice cream, worms, penis, and lots and lots of balls.

Lots of balls.

I haven't gotten to see the show that often, and it seems he's always downing some variation of testicles wherever he goes. And with great relish and satisfaction, I might add.

Snip, snip...

Before Ball Biting Zimmern, I wondered why the Travel Channel was chock full of food shows. But then I realized consumption and imbibing really is completely ingrained in what travel is all about. And it's not just about eating in the finest or weirdest restaurants complete with snapshots of you putting your head inside a stuffed boar's head. No.

I feel transported and alive when I'm traveling. And unfortunately I find that when I'm on vacation I want to eat with abandon and feel free to do so because I'm on vacation. It's an excuse to indulge and make up for all the crap you left behind. I'm away from my real life and my real problems and convince myself my real waistline was also left behind at home. Then I go to the gym and see how much weight I gained.

Andrew Zimmern also eats a lot of brains.


Watch the Zimmern in action...



Pay for a Night in Prison...


I've blogged about underwater hotels, Italian convents, igloos, and more, but recently I discovered the growing phenom of prison stays. Unlike the brick and mortar setting of most prisons, the hotels offer first class service to earn their 4 stars.

In Boston, get booked at the famed Liberty Hotel, formerly the Charles Street Jail. The slammer was originally home to the most notorious of Boston's criminals for nearly 120 years. In 1973, prisoners revolted over poor living conditions and the jail was officially declared unfit and in violation of the inmate's constitutional rights. In 1990, the last of the prisoners were moved and the hotel soon began intensive renovations to a luxury hotel with a team of designers, architects, historians, and conservationists.

A crime of luxury...

Despite additions and renovations, the jail's original granite exterior and light-filled interior rooms remained in tact. Today, the prison turned hotel boats 90 foot ceilings and central atrium. Jail cells were preserved along with wrought-iron windows, and the former exercise yard a carefully landscaped courtyard.

My first question was whether or not the hotel was haunted. I was convinced enough suffering and mayhem had probably occurred over its 120 year tenure to warrant a few hauntings. According to Massachussetes Suite 101, the hotel was cleansed by monks prior to its opening.
So no known spirit sightings, but I wonder how long it'll take before TAPS to show up and debunk or capture ghostly details on film. Real life details of the Liberty Hotel include 'Do Not Disturb' signs reading 'Solitary', plasma TV's, and mini bar. There's also a small gym, but no spa. Overall, reviews are positive, making each customer feel like a treasured inmate guest.

The Liberty Hotel
215 Charles Street, Beacon Hill
Boston, MA 02114
617-224-4000


Take a tour of Boston's Liberty Hotel...



Barrow, Alaska and the Monster Films that Bring Us There...

When I first met my husband, I thought he was a kind, gentle soul who had a quirky sense of humor and eclectic interests. Then I found out about his vast knowledge of zombies, zombie movies, zombie history, and zombie culture. For example, zombies originated from the island of Haiti. Zombie Island if you will. Apparently they practice so much voodoo down there, it's probable they really are reanimating the dead three or four times a week, selling T-shirts about it, and otherwise holding meetings on what to do with these so-called zombie pests. I envision it much like our rat problem here in New York.

Haiti... Zombie Lovin' Since 1492.

While I was never comfortable with the apocalyptic nature of zombie films, I slowly came around thanks to the likes of Shawn of the Dead and Dead Next Door. And then we saw 28 Days Later, where the psuedo-zombies sprint, jump, run, and otherwise scare the crap out of everyone with their sheer speed. I'm not sure how I feel about zombies not keeping in their conventions of slow walking, muttering, and being completely oblivious.

And so of course my husband started introducing me to other monster-esque films and culture as well including vampires, warewolves, and Italian horror movies. When we heard about 30 Days of Night, we decided to catch it on Movies on Demand, and pretend that Josh Hartnett wasn't in it. Turned out, he wasn't so bad.

The premise is pretty amazing. 30 days of darkness in the northernmost town in North America, Barrow, Alaska, brings a feeding frenzy of vampires. While I'm aware it was based on a comic book, I still didn't like that they used axes to cut off the vampire heads as opposed to good old fashioned stakes. The vampires were also not very hospitable, bursting into people's homes without even being invited first. And then of course the rancid gore and speed at which they fed. What's up with all the fast monsters these days in cinema?

Of course the moment the credits rolled, we both jumped on our laptops to look up Barrow. I'm embarrassed to say I wasn't even sure if it was an actual town. But in fact, it's a thriving little town 340 miles North of the Arctic Circle with nearly 4,500 residents who experience upwards of 324 days below freezing, and 65 days of night. Apparently there's a few hours of dusk each day, but the sun never really rises from November 18th through January 24th. But that means from May 10th to August 2nd, the sun never really sets. While 30 Days of Night paints a bleak, dark, ominous, isolating picture of Alaska, the film Insomnia depicts an even scarier version where the sun never sets all during a murder investigation that brings about paranoid delusions.


Chillin' in Barrow...

So the films aren't accurate, even by a long shot, but I wonder how many people started looking to Barrow and Northern Alaska as a destination vacation after watching blood thirsty vampires ravage the town. To find out, hop a plane to Anchorage, then Fairbanks, and then Barrow. Because there are no roads leading into Barrow, locals drive their cars (I assume to stay warm) around the small town, but must fly or dog sled themselves out.

Tourists come for birding, hunting, whale watching, Inuit culture, cross country skiing, and winter sports. While bumping around online, I found a New Yorker (of course) who was complaining about how bad the food and restaurants were in Barrow. Only a New Yorker could complain about the food in an Arctic town, despite all supplies being shipped in from across the country and being exposed to intense cold, arctic desert winter temperatures. Don't go to Barrow for fine dining.

Tourism is surprisingly alive and well in Barrow with an Inupiat Heritage Center, Wiley Post Will Rogers Monument, Arctic Ocean, Point Barrow, Cape Smythe Whaling Station, archaeological sites, whaling festival, kiviq dance, and Spring festival. A handful of restaurants, hotels, tours, public bus, and taxis can help your winter vacation along. Arctic Tours or Point Barrow Tours for help planning your Arctic adventure.

How do I feel about discovering a town based on an inaccurate story about fictional monsters? I don't see how it's that much different than most of the films depicting NYC as bohemian and/or dangerous, with 20-something year olds living in Soho lofts, Friends living in a West Village apartment the size of a suburban house, and financial dudes in suits running the world.


See more about Barrow, Alaska....



Taking a Sabbatical

For the last 6 months, my husband and I have seriously been discussing taking a sabbatical. While most take a sabbatical from their careers, we want to take a sabbatical from New York City.


Why? Well, I've lived here nearly 8 long, grinding, years and the whole time it's been a bit of a struggle. Other times it's pure bliss. Most people I know who live here have an intense love hate relationship with New York, making most of us neurotic to say the least. Let me try to illustrate what I mean:

I love all the people, crowds, and energy here. But on any given day about 10% of the millions of people who live here, not to mention the millions that commute here, are having the worst day of their entire lives. They might be perfectly nice, respectable people on any other day. But today, they're pissed off, on a tirade, and pushing you out of their way and screaming. I'm sick of this.

There's tons of freelance work here. This is obviously a blessing, but it also means the competition is fierce. I'd really like to keep the freelance contacts I have and branch out into smaller markets. Big fish in the pond so to speak. As opposed to minnow in a sewer full of rats and mutated pigeons.

The subway takes you everywhere. It's a fantastic way to travel from point A to point B, especially if you want to enjoy some cocktails after work and don't have to worry about driving. But every day the express trains are running local, the local trains have switched lines and suddenly you're in the meat packing district instead of the West Village. You end up walking about 30 minutes out of your way to get anywhere. It also takes about an hour to go 10 miles. While it's certainly entertaining to have 'Ziggy' perform a Tracy Chapman number for you on the F train, you also get a lot of people who come on yelling "Right or wrong, we hustle hard!", kids doing back flips for money next to your head, girls pole dancing, and random fights. I've also seen a 2 minute magic show where a dude let a live dove fly around the car to an audience of trapped commuters, a guy sitting in a rocking chair (yes, on the train) and pull out 3 kittens from his coat, and people listening to their boom boxes at full blast. And as fun as watching humpback rats run around on the subway tracks is a total titillating blast, it gets kind of gross after awhile.

The city is constantly changing. This is a good thing since the city can be a sweltering hell hole in the summer with subway steam blasting up your skirt, and bitterly cold with polluted and rat infested snow in the winter. But someone is moving in and out of one of the apartments surrounding you just about every single day. Every time we go walking down Smith Street in Brooklyn, there's a new Brooklyn Industries or Flight 001 opening which simultaneously indicates a raise in your own rent since the 'hood is becoming even more gentrified. It's just hard to get a sense of community.

The city is incredibly safe. Since 9/11, New York has become the safest big city in the country. I have absolutely no fear walking down the street at 2am by myself or riding the subway in the middle of the night. That's all well and good when I just ate a midnight gyro and want to regret it all the way home on the train, but the city is also pushing out artists in droves. New York is quickly becoming known as a museum city that just houses art instead of producing it. Banking, finance, and retail are now the norm and urban wonders like CBGB's have been closed down and pushed out. Starbucks line the blocks and small businesses are closing up, only to be replaced by Citibanks, Chase Banks, Washington Mutual, Dunkin' Donuts, Crate and Barrel, and a slew of Jennifer Convertibles. Times Square is now a modified Disney World complete with tourists stopping traffic to pose in front of Bubba Gump Shrimp with The Naked Cowboy. I'd kill for a peepshow next to the gynormous Toys R' Rus with the hideous working Ferris wheel. Now the city council is talking about taking away our freaks in Coney Island and making it into another Times Square attraction. I shudder at the thought of losing The Freak Show Bar or Rudy's.

Everything you need is within a 2 block radius. It's pretty amazing to be able to get a sandwich, banana, snacks, beer, detergent, aspirin, lottery tickets, ice cream, toothpaste, rat traps, a cactus, firelight log, candles, vegetables, and an umbrella at any deli or bodega. But you're also at the mercy of bodega brands. Chicken flavored crackers, strange beer you've never heard of, dusty vegetables that may conceivably be left over from last season, and umbrellas that break the second you open them. But there's no available Wal-Marts around these parts to make a big haul. You end up dragging food home that you only sort of want and wonder what happened to the days when you could walk into a Kroger in your parents' suburbia and buy a month's worth of groceries, find a movie, pick up a coffee, sample some free cheese, stop by your bank, and half-furnish your house without ever leaving the Kroger Compound.

There's plenty of people to hang-out with. True, but it's also like having a part-time job to maintain any kind of social life or friendship. People regularly break up for having a 'long distance relationship" between Brooklyn and Queens. Others move in together after dating for 4 weeks to save on rent. Our population of friends is scattered between Williamsburg, Carroll Gardens, Washington Heights, and Queens and it takes months to schedule one evening together.

New York City is the land of apartments. This can work out to your advantage because you don't need a lot of 'stuff'. There's no room for it. You also have a landlord that, in theory, should take care of repairs, heat, and hot water. But as far as buying an apartment? Well, even if you can afford the mortgage, you're looking at an additional $600-$1500 in maintenance fees every month. We're just not sure we're willing to pay upwards of $3,200 to live in a small crap box at the very edge of Staten Island in Tottenville. Incidentally, it's also completely normal to follow "So what do you do?" with "What do you pay in rent?" exactly 5 minutes after you've met a complete stranger.

Everyone here is intensely ambitious. Fantastic, it's part of the reason I moved here and it's motivated me to work harder than ever. But that situation breeds an intense level of careerism. I wouldn't even call it classism, but careerism. When the inevitable "What do you do?" question comes up, you hear a lot of this: "I'm an administrative assistant." (long pause) "But what do you want to do?" God forbid anyone in this place be content with a decent salary and an office job. You have to want to be a singer, artist, filmmaker, writer, top tier real estate broker, Broadway actor, playwright, make-up artist to the stars, fashion designer, socialite, TV host, celebrity assistant, or 'It' boy or girl on Page 6. While it's true I am a writer and my husband is a graphic designer, we still get a lot of flack from careerists. "Oh, you're a travel writer? But not for Frommers? You haven't had your own travel guide published?" etc. This is really annoying.

"I'm so successful! Muhahaha!"

And so in light of these facts and that we've never felt quite 'settled' here, we decided to start making a list of why we're looking to leave the city:
  • We've badly outgrown our apartment and are ready to buy real estate. Since we're not all that interested in cleaning out our savings to buy a crap box (see above) and living in an even smaller apartment than we are now, we'd like to city what's available in other parts of the country.
  • We are absolutely done living below and above other people. Constant noise, music, fighting, and rude neighbors. Talking to them nicely does absolutely nothing but just acerbates the situation. They respond in kind by blasting TV's, stomping over us, and generally making our lives hell.
  • While we have an abundant amount of work to choose from in the city, we're working all the time to sustain a decent standard of living. We'd like to slow down in life, have a cup of coffee once in awhile and drink it sitting down, and that can't happen if we're working to live all the time.
  • We'd like to start a family soon. While plenty of parents happily raise kids in the city and can offer all the culture and urban perks available, I'd like a yard, a nursery bigger than a closet, and decent public schools that don't require intensive interviews for 4-year olds trying to break into the competitive world of pre-school.
  • My husband is a graphic designer and would like a small letterpress. Even small ones take up room we don't have in the apartment. (For some reason our apartment came with a washing machine but not a dryer. And so currently we have to hang our washed clothes all over the kitchen and cook around them while they dry). Plus, letterpresses are generally very heavy and need to be kept in a garage or basement.
  • We'd like to start side businesses including this whole idea of customized letterpress invitations and posters. I'd also like to start a commercial travel website to expand on my blog here and generate more sources of revenue. Right now I barely have time for a blog let alone all the ideas we have. If we lived somewhere cheaper, we could pursue other interests and ideas.
  • Our sense of adventure tells us we want to try something different, have a fresh start, rename ourselves Trixie and Speed Racer and see other parts of the country for more than a 3-day weekend here and there.
  • I pay out of pocket for my health insurance. I could technically receive benefits from my husband's work, but it would actually be more expensive than what I currently pay myself. This is just life in the 21st century. You have to go into near debt to have adequate health insurance and companies no longer offer it, or offer it at a costly premium, so they in turn can save money in their own nightmare of a faltering economy. My research shows that both of us could be on a health plan in another city for less than what I pay just for myself.
Scary insurance folder.

Although we're not aiming for all these things (ie: family, side businesses, etc) during our sabbatical, we know we need some much-needed perspective on where we want to go next in relation to what we want from life long term.

But how will we make it work? There's income, bills, sanity, and housing to consider. At first, it all seemed quite overwhelming, but then we realized it couldn't be as overwhelming as living in New York for nearly a decade, and slowly the answers came. We've been able to formulate a reasonable plan with plenty of room for error. What does that mean? Well, we've never taken a sabbatical before, nor do we know anyone who has that can give us some pointers. We want to make sure we've allowed ourselves room for mistake. We want to be able to recover if something we planned to do just doesn't pan out. This is what we've come up with:

  • Our lease is up in September and since we don't want to find a new apartment to rent around here, we can put all our furniture in storage and rent a furnished sublet in another city via Craigslist or a corporate apartment set-up.
  • We pay more in rent than just about anywhere else in the country. After extensive research in all cities we're interested in trying, we're confident we can find a sublet for less than what we're paying now. Not to mention we probably won't have to worry about bills for heat (it will be summer) and cable is usually included in sublets and corporate housing.
  • My husband is interested in teaching adjunct or part-time at a university or art college. We've been researching and contacting schools in other cities we'd like to consider. While he currently has a staff job in New York, he wants to go freelance by August and blow this pop stand. He's already freelancing on the side for several steady clients and makes a substantial part-time income. All his clients have offered him more work when he finally kicks his staff job to the curb. Going full-time, he should be able to sustain a decent income without much difficulty. To top it all off, his current employers have already indicated they will keep him on as a contractor when he leaves the company.
  • I recently secured a column at the publication I freelance for. It doesn't pay much, but it will keep my clips healthy, give me some leverage to find other work, and keep my foot in the door with them. In addition, they are launching 2 new websites that will need extensive editorial work. I already work from home for them most of the week and am confident I can freelance for them out of state at least 10 hours a week, though I think it would be more like 25 or 30. Additionally, the other clients I freelance for could care less where I live. Of the 4 or 5, I've only ever met one face to face. Why should they care if I'm emailing them from NY or the middle of nowhere?
  • I type 90 wpm and have administrative experience. I've drudged up coffee with semi-stale milk for the best of them. And I have no problem temping if we need to make ends meet. I'm also an experienced video editor and have worked on at least 100 advertising campaigns. Despite the fact that I constantly write posts bitching and moaning about how much advertising sucks and how awesome it is to be done with that and a travel writer now, I'm happy to freelance in that industry again, temporarily, for "The Greater Good". (re: Shawn of the Dead).
  • We've been saving our income like crazy and have enough for a significant down payment on a house. Part of our killer savings is because as a freelancer, I never know what my income will be. Some weeks it's quite sizable, others it's rather pathetic. It all balances out, but we save almost 75% of my income to ensure we have a nice nest egg to get us through when my pay is sluggish. We're also incorporated, which gives us breathing room with our taxes. If needed, we could use a small portion of it to make ends meet during our sabbatical.
  • In addition to the sizable down payment we've saved, we're also saving a small amount every month in a savings account attached to our checking. This will allow us to easily move money over when we need it on our sabbatical. By the time we're ready to leave, we should have enough for approximately 6 weeks of full expenses from this account, if we continue to live the way we do now. However, since all the cities we're interested in visiting are significantly cheaper than New York, we should have enough for 8-10 weeks. Our idea is we'll have this spare cash as an everyday emergency fund and not have to dip into our true savings. Plus if all our plans fall through, we'd have about 10 weeks to figure something else out before needing to dip into our other savings.
  • My blog is continuing to make money. Nothing to live off of, but within the next 6 months, all signs of how it's growing indicate that it will become a nice contribution to our sabbatical. I'm also planning to launch a new website between now and August 15th, the date we're planning to leave.
  • If everything goes right to hell in a hand basket, we have plenty of connections in New York and could move back, stay in a friend's spare bedroom or sublet via Craigslist and start looking for that home to buy.
"I'm a power seller! Can I show you something in a Colonial or Cape Cod?"

So now that we have an idea of how this so-called sabbatical will work, we had to figure out where we want to go. Portland, Oregon was on the list, but I already lived there for a summer in my early 20's when I was studying video editing. We'd also like to be on the same general coast as our families so we can visit when needed. San Francisco was also a contender, but we've both been there a dozen times and it's nearly as expensive as New York. We'd like our sabbatical to be easier and cheaper than what we're doing now. Boston seems more expensive than New York and we already live in New England now. My hometown of Atlanta was on the list, but I've been there, done that, and am not all that interested in temporarily living there. We also considered my husband's hometown in the Midwest, but he kind of feels the same way about it that I do regarding Hotlanta.

What we do know we want is a decent sized city with stable economy, art, music, theater, decent housing, proximity to outdoor recreation, fine dining, and a place we've never spent much time in, if at all. And so we're considering..... Nashville.

Let me say that when I tell people I'm from Hotlanta, the first thing they say is "Say what?! But why don't you have a Southern accent?" These people are truly puzzled I am accent-less and do not resemble Blanche from the Golden Girls or the entire cast of Fried Green Tomatoes and Steel Magnolias combined. This leads me to believe they also expect everyone from the Midwest to talk like they're reenacting Fargo from beginning to end.

In any case, many people (probably the same ones I've just been complaining about) assume Nashvegas is all country all the time with the likes of Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus dancing their Achy Breaky Hearts right down Music Row. However, Nashville actually has a thriving jazz, folk, rock and Christian music scene. They even have live music at the airport. I like eclectic, this is good with me. It also means my husband could make connections to design more CD covers, which he loves.

I also like that Nashville has actual seasons. Though we'll be there in the summer and or fall, I still like knowing it's possible snow arrives in winter. There's plenty of nearby outdoor recreation via river and mountains, art, bars, restaurants, and a decent cost of living. These are all aspects we want full-time from a city, so it's possible we could consider relocating. However, right now our only intention is to explore another city and get some perspective on what it is we want out of life.

So while most sabbaticals are usually reflective of professional academia with paid leave, ours will be a non-paid, non-professional break from the city. The Boston University School of Theology's sabbatical guidelines are as follows: A sabbatical is an extended period of time granted for professional development and spiritual renewal away from normal ministerial responsibilities and in a manner that is not possible during the busyness of a typical work year. Sabbaticals are not vacations, but carefully planned periods of time devoted to study, reflection, rest, and renewal. They frequently become a path to understanding one’s vocation in new ways or as a vehicle for a transformed sense of pastoral identity. Some pastors travel, experience different cultures, learn new skills, or spend time reading during a sabbatical. It is also possible to think of even doing something like a semi-monastic retreat. This is a time to experience “being” in addition to “doing”; it should be a time of freedom and authenticity. One of the goals of a sabbatical is to return to the congregation renewed and refreshed.

We too would like to approach our sabbatical as a means of spiritual renewal, professional growth, rest, reflection, and a transformed sense of identity. We also may end up adding additional cities on our list to consider, but for now, we're thinking about Nashville. If anyone has taken their own self-appointed sabbatical or suggestions on cities to try, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

For more information on taking a sabbatical, check out some of the following books:








Freegan Travel

Yesterday Oprah was exploring the joys of freeganism and dumpster diving with Lisa Ling. I sat smugly, proud that I had known about freeganism for years. I nodded my head knowingly as they talked about freegans making a political statement about how much we consume and throw away. I tried to go to the freegan.info website to give you some statistical information, but by then Oprah had blown up the Internet waves by merely uttering the word and the freegan.info site was down for the count, presumably from all the traffic. If she had said the word "didigeroo", the world's inventory for didigeroos would have instantly sold out and be on back order for the next 9 years.

I managed to find some information to share that Oprah's influence hadn't reached. According to our friends at Wikipedia, "Freeganism is an anti-consumerism lifestyle whereby people employ alternative living strategies based on "limited participation in the conventional economy.." Throwing out food costs the US approximately $30 billion every year.

Freegans may recover unused food, clothing, electronics, housewares, furniture and more from dumpsters. They are known only to buy what they truly need, sometimes only spending $10-$20 a week, thus lowering their impact on the environment and the need for a cycle of constantly working 40+ hours a week. They might recover hundreds of dollars worth of goods and often give what they cannot use to goodwill or friends. There are even free 'trash tours' in New York and many other cities to teach aspiring freegans how to recover goods safely. Many freegans are notoriously ex-corporate execs and were once avid consumers themselves.


Let's think about this. Admittedly, I can understand why people might be utterly grossed out by this. But living in a neighborhood full of Italian bakeries, I can tell you that I've witnessed firsthand bakers throwing out bags and bags of fresh bagels and bread. You can literally smell their aroma when you walk past them on the street. Many respectable neighbors simply open the bags, fish out some bread of their choosing, retie the bag, and go about their day. Freegans are quick to point out that slightly dented canned goods, unopened pre-packaged vegetables and crackers, and clothes with tags still on them constantly litter the street. Freegans aren't exactly foraging for half-eaten apples and torn clothing. They're recovering virtually unused goods.

There's a reason freeganism is becoming wildly popular in New York. Just come visit the city on trash day and go into a neighborhood like Park Slope, Astoria, or the Upper West Side. There's fancy coffee tables, working plasma TV's, artwork, books, electronics, clothes, and more lined neatly on the curb. People will even leave out a box marked 'Free' for anyone who wants it, otherwise the sanitation workers will discard it. But they day students move out of their NYU dorms is perhaps one of the most popular freegan days in the city. Students dump stereos, iPods, books, clothes, dishes, bedding, and more. Ever non-freegans will get into the dumpsters to find their treasures.

This got me thinking. How do freegans travel, if at all? If you google 'freegan travel' or just 'freegan' scores of websites come up with advice, testimonials, profiles, forums, and more. Then I realized freegans (who dumpster dove for an iBook and WiFi software) can simply log in to find out where all the hot dumpsters are in other cities. This will allow them to eat and carry on their lifestyle while away from their own homes.

I've also read that some freegans feel hitchhiking is perfectly acceptable. The thought is that car would be traveling from point A to B and they are merely taking up space in the car. Others may fee lthat while freeganism is a lifestyle, it doesn't prohibit them from actually owning a car or buying a plane ticket, as long as they keep their consumption in check. I for one think exceptions are fine. Do you have to dumpster dive for life because you don't agree with overt consumerism? If you're wealthy, do you have to only buy name brand or can you buy a pair of shoes at Payless?


So here are my ideas for freegan travel (I am not endorsing these ideas, merely suggesting how freegan travel might work):

  • Hitchhike or find a car share
  • Pitch a tent on campgrounds or safe area
  • Use couchsurfing.com to find a free couch to crash on
  • Forage through dumpsters for daily meals
  • Sight-see by foot or on bike at free attractions. All museums have a free day. Also see parks, libraries, botanical gardens, and hiking.
  • Read a guide book on the area you're visiting -- found in the dumpster
  • Research freegan activities and meetings in the area to connect with like-minded people and tourists
  • Check the local craigslist for free events, classes, and its 'Free' section for unwanted goods you might need.
  • Purchase carbon offsets from a legitimate organization to offset any transportation or consumption impact you may have left.

That's what I came up with. It's harder to travel free-style freegan than I first imagined. I wonder how it would work overseas? In many areas, it's illegal to dumpster dive, but people generally just look the other way if you're not causing any trouble. Do other countries look away or would you wind up in a Thai prison? (If you read my Jamie Lynn Spears Might Teach You Something... Besides Sex Ed post, you know I'm obsessed/terrified of Thai prisons.)

Regardless of your situation, everyone can travel (and live) more responsibly. Keep in mind that putting a coffee table in a Goodwill store and putting a coffee table on the street isn't that different. One has a price tag and one doesn't. One is outside next to someone's garbage, the other isn't. Or is it? If you're discarding your old clothes and goods to goodwill, you're still discarding it. it's still your own garbage in a way. I for one have found brand new books on the street or brownstone stoops and have then sold on ebay. I've also found kitchy art, a coffee table, and a pair of boots on the curb. A freegan? Not exactly, but I know the value of garbage and the pointlessness in consumerism when I see it.

Though not exactly a Freegan book, "Not Buying It: My Year Without Shopping" chronicles a year in the life of author Judith Levine who refrained from shopping and spending money on nearly all non-essentials.





Travel Alert - Discount Travel to Bermuda

For those going to Bermuda this spring, check out The Reefs Resort for a chance to win an identical stay in 2009. Dates run from April 1st to May 22nd and drawings will be held in April and again in May. So whether or not your visit is five nights or ten, you can win a matching vacation during the same period for 2009. Guests receive one entry for each night of their stay. So the longer you stay, the better the chances are of winning.



I just went to Bermuda for the first time last summer and loved it. It's only an hour and a half flight from New York and the customs line was seamless. Coming back, you go through US customs at the Bermuda Airport, which means no annoying lines back in the States.

Keep in mind that Bermuda is actually not in the Caribbean, regardless of centuries of misconception (and apparent refusal to look at a map). It's even listed on numerous travel sites as the Caribbean, despite the fact that it's just East of South Carolina . Take note that nothing pisses the locals off more, so don't tell everyone how completely and totally awesome it is to finally be in the Caribbean after a long winter.

Another common misconception? The weather. Although Bermuda is full of pink, sandy beaches, you'll experience similar weather as you would in the Carolinas. So if you're looking for warmth and still want to take advantage of The Reefs Hotel offer, consider staying at the end of May. Otherwise you'll join flocks of tank-top toting tourists who not only believe they they've just landed in the Caribbean, but are outraged it's not 90 degrees and sunny on February 1st.

Also, keep in mind tourists are not permitted to rent cars on Bermuda. It's probably for their own good since the roads are narrow, driving is precarious, and roads are lined with volcanic rock making for a bumper car situation. The island is small and with the ever growing volume of tourism in Bermuda, extra cars would result in a gridlock nightmare. Tourists can rent mopeds (which is scary to witness), but I strongly recommend just using the public bus and ferry system. Everyone uses it, it's relatively cheap, the drivers are friendly, and it covers the entire island. You can pick up a day or weekly pass at the Hamilton Station to use on both the bus and ferries. Most of the area hotels and attractions like the Aquarium will sell single tokens as well. Taxis are also available.

Some of the island perks include interchangable currency. You can use both Bermudan dollars and US dollars, even mixing the two for a single purchase. You'll also get a variety of change back. Their colorful bills and oversized coins makes the US dollar quiver in comparison. (Not that it takes much to make it quiver).

Among some of Bermuda's finer points, check out Horseshoe Bay for some semi-secluded relaxation. The main beach is rather crowded, but there's plenty of caverns and coves to keep you tucked away. Just walk across the street to Tio Pepe's Restaurant when you're finished swimming and jumping off volcanic rock. A single pizza and small salad can easily serve two for about $20. Cold beers are also plentiful.

But there's even more incentives to visit Bermuda and stay at The Reef including a 6th night free between April 1st and May 22nd. Or try the Spring Fling package and stay four nights, with a daily breakfast, afternoon tea, gourmet dinner, round-trip airport transfer, service charges and taxes, beginning at $2138 for two adults from April 1-30.

When in doubt, just throw some alcohol on top of the whole thing and call it a day. As an opening day special after four months of renovations, guests arriving April 1 will enjoy complimentary cocktails at 4:00pm in the newly expanded and renovated bar and lounge. Fancy.

For information and reservations, call 800-742-2008 or visit www.TheReefs.com


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Too Pretty to Fly?

I read an amusing story this morning about two teen girls who said they were discriminated against on a Southwest Airlines flight for being 'too pretty'. Nisreen Swedberg and friend Sarah Williams claim that when boarding the plane from Tampa to Los Angeles, flight attendants were rude, refused to serve them water, and questioned Williams about an altercation with another passenger regarding being in the bathroom too long. Once landing in Los Angeles, the women were escorted off the plane by uniformed officers and questioned by the FBI for nearly two hours. No charges were filed.

Here's a picture of the 18-year olds in question. Be forewarned, they are apparently so pretty that their youthful looks can cause a flight ban:


Hmmm.... While they're certainly attractive in an 18-year old sorority girl kind of way, I don't really see how their looks would get them banned from all future Southwest Airlines flights, including the one they were schedule to fly home on. They, however, feel the altercation was due to jealousy. According to Tampa Bay local news, Williams stated “I think they were just discriminating against because we were young decent-looking girls. I mean, nobody else on the plane looked like us except us,” she said. “[The flight attendants] were like older ladies. We were younger. Who knows, they could have been just jealous of us because we were younger.”

Can you sue for being banned from a flight because of jealousy, youth, and beauty? It's peculiar, because I for one am able to look at their picture and still blog about their heroic tale, despite their good looks and youth. I am not blinded nor distracted by their youth and feel I could even sit in a flight next to them without feeling the need to discriminate against them. And I've also been on airplanes with women who looked like runway models, and they somehow avoided being banned for life from the airline.

Admittedly, Southwest Airlines does seem to be in the news an inordinate amount for denying passage to young women wearing proactive clothing, including Kyla Ebbert in 2007. Although she was never banned from Southwest Airlines, she did take up her 'cause' on the media circuit on a slew of shows ranging from Ellen to Dr. Phil. However, these teens make no claim that their negative experience was a result of clothing, whereas both the airlines and Ebbert identify dress code as the problem in Ebbert's case. Ebbert, incidentally, ended up using her 'too sexy to fly' media exploitation to pose nude in Playboy.

So what will be the fate of Nisreen Swedberg and Sarah Williams? I somehow think if this case was taken to the talk-show circuit, they might get a worldwide smack-down for annoying the hell out of us with their inflated egos. Do they site speeding tickets, bad grades, and life problems on being 'too pretty'? Perhaps they will ugly themselves up and try to appear older for their next flight to avoid altercation.

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Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic Unveils Subway


The Caribbean's first underground rail subway launches on February 27th in Santo Domingo. The 16-mile, 9-stop subway is primarily aimed at commuters and President Leonel Fernandez hopes it will entice locals to stick around instead of fleeing for bigger cities like New York and Miami. Fernandez actually grew up in Manhattan and apparently got the subway bug. He thinks its time Santo Domingo take on a modernized functionality.



Okay. Well, I do hope it assists their locals in being able to work easier and make a 16-mile commute without costly cab rides or gas bills. But most of the press on this project is just bad. The budget spiraled out of control to over $710 million and most are wondering why this wasn't put towards fighting the country's poverty, frequent power outages, and pollution.

Although I'm perfectly comfortable taking the subway here in New York and in other cities, I'm not sure if I'd be open to taking the subway in the DR when it has a reputation for being seedy and dangerous off-resort. And it seems a $710 million project would need tourist dollars to not only balance but justify the expense.

We'll see how it goes. If it's anything like New York's subway system, it will forever be under construction, not working late at night or on weekends, and there will be fare hikes every 6-months. I'm thinking Santo Domingo would have been better off with a stronger bus system.




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The Future of Tourism in Iraq

One of the web magazines I work for is expanding its editorial reach and looking into building new websites for its content. We caught wind of a travel and global url domain auction going on at Sedo.com and wondered if there was anything hot up for grabs. I was surprised see several Middle Eastern sites on the list.

I discovered egyptiantravels.com, dubai.net, and siria.com all waiting with respectable bids. But I was most intrigued to see Iraq.com currently up to 8 bids at $400,000 Euros... and the reserve isn't even met yet! I wondered what this website would be once it was bought and built. I didn't envision anyone would spend $400,000 Euros to build a site that wasn't looking to target tourism and a serious cash flow. So I decided to see if there was in fact any tourism going on in Iraq and after some research, I discovered Iraq's Tourism Ministry has been organizing exhibits to lay the groundwork for future tourism. Last year an event in Baghdad's Green Zone offered a plethora of silk rugs, gems, antique pistols, daggers, and locally made arts and crafts to visitors as well as photos of holy sites and travel information.



Since the US invasion in 2003, tourism from Western countries screeched to a grinding halt. I am constantly surrounded by travel writers and editors and I've yet to hear of anyone making this travel pilgrimage. However, about 350,000 people are still making religious pilgrimages to the area each year to see holy sites including Shiite shrines of the Imam Hussein in Karbala and Imam Ali in Najaf. According to USA Today, these tourists don't care about the dangers of car bombings and shooting because they are looking for martyrdom.

Currently, Iraq isn't even attempting the pursuit of attracting luxury travelers yet, and are instead focusing on archaeological excavations and potential tourist growth. They are, however, working at resuming their European flights and transportation efforts. The Euro Monitor claims Iraq's hotel occupancy is at 70%, at least during the hajj season in Najaf and Karbala. Although these areas have been ravaged during the war, future plans to re-build include “City of Beauty”, the Azmar mountain project, and more lead by Kuwaiti investors.

Whatever the future of Iraq's tourism holds, the future of its domain is worth nearly half a million Euros, an indication that someone is betting on its return.


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Reno - Not Just Divorces and Casinos

When I was in Reno on my press trip, I was amused to learn the city had largely been built up around their divorce trade. People moved in for about a month, took lodging in hotels and homes, and waited for their divorce to become official. Over the years, as casinos and gaming arenas have dotted the city, Reno got the wrap for being a bastardized version of Las Vegas without the quality glitz and glam of Celine Dion, Circus Soleil, and its local lounge lizards and card sharks.

But what Reno offers that few bother to mention in their travelogues is a plethora of outdoor resources among a backdrop of snow-peaked mountaintops. Just 30-40 minutes from Tahoe, there's plenty of skiing, snowboarding, doglsedding, snowmobiling, concerts, and water sports abounding. My favorite find was the city's free kayaking park, running right downtown on the Truckee River. The $1.5 million investment offers Class 2 and 3 rapids with plenty of guided tours and classes including the beginner's Never Ever. The man-made rapids were impressive, almost as impressive as kayakers in wet suits showing off on a cold January day.

Wingfield Park is the hub of the activity where kayakers, tubers, water races, and completions take place year-round. There's also a free amphitheater and festivals that draw in thousands. We didn't have time for our own kayaking expedition, nor did I have any desire to brave the frigid waters. Regardless, I'd like to go back for a visit in warmer climate and test my skills all while taking in a unique tour of Reno's downtown.


Snowboarding Bruises

I was pretty psyched to try skiing and snowboarding while in the Tahoe area, thinking I would prefer the latter. I envisioned those days on my brother's skateboard as an omen of what was to come - gliding, sailing, and face-planting. But I was surprised to find skiing felt more intuitive and exhilarating, whereas snowboarding felt awkward and oddly captive. I didn't particularly enjoy having my body planted on a board, facing sideways.

On skis, I wasn't afraid to fall face first into a blanket of fresh powder at out of control speeds, nor did I hesitate to launch from the ski lift with giddy abandon. Yet I detested dragging my foot around on a snowboard, instinctively wondering where my ski poles were and how to stand up after falling. Skiing gave me a certain confidence, whereas snowboarding left me feeling melancholy and craving a sense of place.

I did manage to continuously nail my leg on my borrowed snowboard over and over again until I developed the most brilliant black and blue bruises that were larger than my entire hand. Their presence was my war wound, proof that I had braved the elements and had not retreated into defeat. I showed them off to my fellow travel writers with pride, never hesitating to hike up my pant leg regardless of the situation or environment. Dinner? A tour of a state building? A fancy lodge? Bruises abound. Finally, I found myself hiking up my jeans at a casino at 2:30am while looking for a slice of pizza and another beer.

My whole lackluster performance at snowboarding probably wasn't helped by the fact that I had a touch of altitude sickness which caused acute insomnia. I showed up at my snowboarding lesson at Heavenly in Tahoe on no sleep and with the sun beating down on us. I stripped off my husband's water-resistant coat (which I had borrowed, lest slide down the mountain in a black belted trench coat) and my hat during the first ten minutes.

Our snowboarding instructor Shep was very patient and managed to get me through the lesson without breaking a leg. Despite his good graces, I found myself intimidated by his lifestyle, living in Tahoe for 6 months and New Zealand the rest of the year. I wondered what it did to a person to live one long continuous winter with a snowboard attached to your feet. While I tried to maneuver around on my board without hitting innocent bystanders, I took in the views from the top, wishing for both sleep and longevity. I never wanted to leave. And then inevitably I would fall into a bed of packed snow and hear my leg slam against my board, grinning at the new bruise sure to come.

I went to bed those nights with my legs aching and the thrill of skiing down a mountain fresh in my mind. My lungs swelled and felt raw and twisted from the day's events. But despite our 17 hour days of touring the area, I never got more than 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night, no matter how exhausted I was or banged up. But lack of sleep does something interesting to your brain, forces a spontaneous bonding experience with those around you. I came home, breaking my John Denver Rocky Mountain High streak with a luxurious 10 hours of sleep, leaving me more aware of how discontent I am in NYC and the lack of nature's fresh powder along the Gowanus.


Reno or Bust

Wow, what a long week. I spent 17 hour days touring the city of Reno, Tahoe, and Carson City. Let's just say there's a lot of casino buffets in that town. I had visions of posting play by plays of my adventure, but I rarely had time to call my own husband let alone log in for a post.

There's much to say, including skiing vs. snowboarding and some gnarly bruises I earned, but for now I must catch up on forgotten deadlines and of course sleep!

Robert Beckmann - Body of a House

I'm in the Denver airport killing time before my flight to Reno. I just had some very uninspired pizza from Pizza Hut. Ray's Pizza it is not. It was largely an uneventful flight. Now, I don't want you to get jealous, but instead of The Jane Austen Book Club, which was suppose to air, we got to watch Rush Hour not 1, not 2, but 3! It went down great with a soda and mini pretzels. I slept through 95% of it. But I'm assuming the best part of the film was the credits anyway. And what's up with the show Monk? It seems like every flight I've been on in the last 2 years on features the entire season in full.

Usually I don't say much to my seat-mates. I always offer a hello and am happy to chat if that person takes the lead. Otherwise, I tend to assume they want to be left alone. But saying 'hi' is important. It establishes a precident. What if you're first to evacuate? Do you want to just blurt out "I hope we don't die!" Or what if the first thing you say is "Can you move so I can go to the bathroom?" It's just good airline manners to greet the person you're sitting with.

So after saying hi, my seat-mate made small talk which lead to a fascinating conversation about art. His name is Robert Beckmann, an accomplished painter and muralist, with his work Body of a House permanently displayed in the Nevada Museum of Art. I'm looking forward to seeing it on my press tour and putting a name to the painting. Body of a House depicts the rapid disintegration of a house on a nuclear test site and encompasses 8 large canvases. He's lived in and visited dozens of places that would make any seasoned traveler green with jealousy.

I never considered how much a professional artist would have to travel between artist in residencies, commissioned work, and tours. And I left the flight wondering about the connection between travel and passion. I wonder how different that kind of intimate traveling is compared to my own. Makes me wish I traveled more for just the sake of travel. I've often wondered if travel means more to the person who is evoking his/her creativity and spirit into the experience. Does going on a press trip where I'm being shown attractions and sites to slant my view on the area mean as much as someone who goes for self-discovery and exploration? Or does my passion for travel and writing make up for the fact that it is in fact an organized press trip? Is work just work no matter where you are?

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Crime Tours for the Voyeur in All of Us

What better way to learn about a city than take a tour of its sordid past? Get up close and personal with local architecture, rock, politics, social commentary, and oh yeah... crime. Los Angeles' Esotouric skips Hollywood's usual celebrity fanfare and mansions and opts for the dark, gritty side of its history. Esotouric also delves into the social and political commentary of the time and explores the city from a victim's, and hysterical locals', point of view.

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Best known for its focus on the famous The Black Dahlia case, it also exposes guests to stories of a husband who lets a rattlesnake bite his wife in hopes of collecting the insurance money, only to hire an outside source to drown her and finish the job. Also on the 2007 roster? James Elroy Digs LA, a tour that allows guests to accompany the author to parks where he stalked classmates, houses he broke into, and the history of 1950's murder cases that captivated him as a youth and feeds his passion for writing today.

Since its inception in 2005, the tours have become increasingly popular. And why not? With a current cultural climate of reality TV, slanted news, and media voyeurism, this idea can't fail. But more interesting to me than the tour itself or its statement about society today, is how it all came into fruition. Founder Kim Cooper started blogging in 2005 about crime scenes of each day from 1946. As her readership and contributors grew, she began offering tours of the chilling crimes and mysteries she blogged about. The site has an old-school newspaper type kind of feel that entices readers, making them feel like they're reading the latest scoop. Here's a clip from their site:

We're not your ordinary tour bus company.

Our routes veer off into fascinating, neglected neighborhoods. Our expert guides are passionate, brainy and hilarious. Our tour themes are provocative and complex, but never dry, mixing crime and social history, rock and roll and architecture, literature and film, fine art and urban studies into a simmering stew of original research and startling observations.

Even our snack stops are unique: a Chinese dumpling picnic in a garden of concrete sea monsters, homemade mint lemonade and cookies at the site of the first UFO sighting in the Southland, or Black Dahlia and Nicotine flavored gelato at Scoops in East Hollywood.

When you climb aboard for an Esotouric bus adventure, you're guaranteed an intelligent, unpredictable ride into the secret heart of the city we love. These tours are recommended for natives, tourists and anyone who likes to dig a little deeper and discover the world beyond the everyday. Come ride and see for yourself.

Tours run approximately $70 on up and gift certificates are even available for your twisted loved ones. For those who want to make crime tours part of their life, season passes can also be arranged. And who knows, maybe you'll even stumble upon a fresh crime scene that needs solving.


Assasination Vacation

While nursing a turkey hangover after Thanksgiving, I found The Incredibles on TV and decided to settle in for the night. I use to be an assistant film editor and love going to imdb.com to see who did what on a film or TV show I like. I found it curious that the part of angst-ridden Violet was played by Sarah Vowell, a 30-something year old who is best known for appearing on NPR. But I also discovered that while she was doing the voice over for The Incredibles, Vowell wrote a book called The Assassination Vacation which chronicles vacations in areas where Lincoln, Garfield and McKinley were assassinated.

Always wanted to know where fragments of Lincoln's skull lay? Try the National Museum of Health and Medicine. Aside from the grit and gore, Vowell also gives the skinny on the social and political circumstances surrounding the assassinations in that dry wit her fans are accustomed to. Readers will even find conspiracy theories and bizarre events.

While it can be daunting to consider starting up a travel search engine, service, or even a blog without feeling like it's been done to death -- there are always unique concepts out there to explore. Imagine running a business revolving around conspiracy theories, assassinations, and politics. I'd love to see someone design a travel itinerary based around when Lincoln kicked it. Or John Lenon. Though every itinerary would probably take tourists to see leftover beatniks playing their guitars at Strawberry Fields in Central Park.

It would be even cooler if Violet Parr was the one designing the itinerary. That would be sweet.


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Naturist Travel and Recreation?

I've done more than my fair share of travel in life, but I've never ventured into the freedom of what one might call naturist travel. I have to admit, I don't quite understand the appeal of lounging around sans swimsuit or cute sundress, but who I am to judge? I would imagine that intoxicating feeling one gets while on vacation is only amplified by wearing proverbial birthday suit to do something as mundane as ordering a foreign coffee.

And plenty of travel companies are catering to those who are clothes free at heart. NFN Travel started what I like to consider an ambitious project to compile a dizzying directory of naturist clubs, resorts, lifestyles travel clubs, clothing optional destinations, and naturist lifestyle vacations. Just imagine, sipping a margarita, with your backside exposed to all. It actually sounds kinda nice. And you can even make money with NFL by becoming a "travel associate". You can earn fees and travel discounts by referring travel prospects. So in otherwords, start scoping out your neighbors, they might be little incognito naturists themselves.

But don't worry, NFN gets it and lets naturist virgin vacationers rest easy. Read this statement from their site: "If you are venturing into a nude, clothing optional or lifestyles vacation for the first time, call us. We will discreetly answer any questions you may have and provide suggestions to help you plan your vacation."

Discreet indeed. So don't be shy about assking how exactly one is suppose to sit down in a public place and the norms for naturist socializing. And don't be surprised about their endless options. They list 7 locations alone in Jamaica where you can run and frolick -- clothes free. Just remember that jiggling is welcomed.

Anyone remember that David Sedaris short story Naked? Read it before you go on your own nekkid vacation... tit for tat so to speak.

Montreal or Bust

We just got back from Montreal and took in the Cinemania Film Festival, Romeo and Juliet

Opera, and most of the big museums. Everyone kept telling us to check out the Underground, which actually took us awhile to find, despite the fact that it is incredibley accessible. The fact that it is so accessible actually threw me for a loop and was part of the reason I kept missing it -- and that it resembled an upscale mall was impressive. Growing up in Atlanta, my only real exposure to the Underground was Underground Atlanta which resembles a row of tacky souvenier stands, a few shops, and depressing eateries. And then of course when I moved to New York, dirty subways and rumors of C.H.U.D.s were about the only experience I had sub-zero.

Taking Amtrak from New York, we delicately avoided acknowledging that the trip would take nearly eleven hours. But we were pleasantly surprised to find the trip relaxing and a beautiful ride up the Hudson. The first 6 hours really flew by with the opportunity to sit in Amtrak's new sight-seeing Dome car and stretch our legs. Plus it's much more comfortable to stretch out in train seats than on a plane -- unless you're lucky enough to get first class. Our train tickets were only $114 each way total with the 50% discount we used by entering the promotional code V707. Despite my high of getting such a good deal, there were some problems. I contacted Amtrak and was told we could pick up our tickets in the automated machines at Penn Station, yet when we got there we were denied and had to run around looking for someone to help us. We made our train with about 3 minutes to spare. Coming back was a similar experience, though we allowed for more time and were told our return fare had never been charged to our credit card. The best I could understand was that certain discounts require tickets to be physically mailed, so unlike plane tickets, this might be your best bet whenever using Amtrak discounts. If you do opt to pick them up in person, allow for plenty of time.

I found Montrealans to be incredibley polite. We would usually shy away under an awning or a corner to take a lok at the map -- not only stay out of people's way, but to avoid an obvious sign that screamed "WE'RE TOURISTS WHO DON'T KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOING, TAKE ADVANTAGE OF US". Yet every single time we had a map out, people stopped and asked if we needed directions. I also loved the fact that everyone spoke French first, then English. It was very fun that the people our age spoke English with perfect midwestern accents, but would often forget an English word like "lobster" or "sign". The mix of European flair, Canadian sensibilities, and North American flavor really makes this city accessible to travelers looking for anything from exotic to comfortable.

The city is well laid-out with the city center easily walkable and convenient to Canada's Via Rail/Amtrak station. Though a bit far, we frequently walked from McGill University all the way to the Old Port, about 45 minutes. I recommend staying near the universitywhere the prices are a bit more reasonable, the streets are tree lined and quieter, and plenty of fine dining to coffee shops and boutiques abound. Though we got press passes to the Opera and Cinemania as a "work" incentive, I recommend all tourists to take advantage of local festivals. You really get to soak up the culture and meet new people as well as contribute to the community of the city. And of course don't forget the local brews while you're visiting anywhere from Pittsburgh to Montreal -- I recommend the Borealis Rousse!

Hopefully we'll get to the Jazz Festival in the summer, check out this clip I found from Travelistic.com.


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