There’s this point in Odysseus’ quest when he lands on a shore the farthest point from home: the Underworld. Odysseus takes his sword and very, very carefully digs a…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
We named our rental car “Blue Kula.” It sounded sort of like “Blue Koolaid,” which tickled my 1980s pop culture fancy, but also combined elements of our vacation on Maui:…
My Hawaiian Airlines experience was exactly what one would expect from a plane tasked with whisking vacationers to a tropical destination. I stepped from that Aloha shuttle into a Hawaii…
Something that has mattered in my life is a “to and from.” Going to Edisto Island, South Carolina and coming home from that family vacation, then planning to go again. …
“Stick your head through that wall,” I command a child. Seems right for this place. This place is a Roman amphitheater. Site of gladiatorial battles. This place is Arles, France. …
I usually don’t expect travel to result in regret. Nostalgia, sure. A marrow-deep slurry of wistfulness that the Portuguese call saudade, absolutely. But regret? Not so much. Travel always somehow…