The Hudson River Park spans along the western waterfront of New York City. There are many attractions in the park and a lot of great places to watch a beautiful sunset. This weekend I headed over to Pier 84, at 44th St and 12th Ave to show you a little bit about what this pier has to offer. P.D. O’Hurley’s is open 7 days a week, so you could go any day to watch the sunset and have a drink or a bite to eat. It seems like a great after-work spot to chill out and maybe even take a date.…
Yesterday I booked a flight to Rome. Roma here I come! Actually that is not the only trip on my horizon. I have a really exciting lineup of travel this summer spanning over three continents. And as I book my flights and make my accommodations I need to get organized. I usually create a Word document where I write all my itinerary details. I print it out along with my boarding pass and anything that has a bar code – like car rental confirmations. But this time, I’m finally trying something new! And that is the app and online resource called, Trip It.…
Choosing your travel companions is a form of commitment. You are going to be in close quarters with this person or people for extended amounts of time. Your itineraries will be intertwined. You’ll have to make important decisions and trouble shoot obstacles together. And you are going to want it all to be enjoyable. So here are some questions to ask yourself before you extend an invitation or as you anticipate an already planned trip:…
During college, I was awakened to the life-changing benefits of travel. It started with a trip to Italy, the summer before my freshman year. And then you couldn’t stop me. It seemed I was always finding a way to convince my parents that my next trip was vital. Travel had become central to my life. But it wasn’t until after college, when I had an encounter with an old friend, that I could really pinpoint why it was so important to me. I remember, my Mom was having a party, and I was sitting around with a group of dear, old friends. I had been on a trip earlier that year. And I was telling them all about it. At…
I’m kind of a mutt when it comes to my genealogy. My mom is a blonde-haired, green-eyed babe whose parents are of Northern European descent. Past that, I don’t know many specifics about her side. But my dad is half Lebanese and half Sicilian. And it is my dad’s side of the family who are particularly prideful about our origins. My grandfather would often say, “Never forget your roots.†He, himself, was born in Deerfield, Michigan. But his parents were from the northern hills of Lebanon. And he wanted to make sure none of us forgot that. And although I grew up in Los Angeles, far from the Middle East, I don’t speak Arabic and I don’t have many close…
Earlier this year I took a trip to Tulum, Mexico. It is a beautiful sandy escape perfect for lounging on the beach with drink in hand, until well bronzed and ready for a siesta. On the first day of my trip, I found myself appropriately standing barefoot in the sand and belly up to a bar contemplating my drink order. It didn’t take more than a moment to come to my conclusion. Una Michelada, por favor…