Plan. Walk. Eat. Pause. Repeat.
Plan. Walk. Eat. Pause. Repeat.
The Trip Report series evaluates the experience of visiting a common tourist attraction and providing a step-by-step breakdown of the experience, complete with an American-style report card. Today’s edition of the series describes the experience of climbing the Washington Monument in Washington, D.C. The Washington …
While I just told you that “salto” means waterfall, it is also a form of the word “saltar,” which, more universally in the Spanish language, means “jump.” And that’s what this trip was for me–a jump. Perhaps you could even call it a leap of faith, as my only backpacking experience dated back to a decade-old jaunt at Girl Scout camp. To be fair, since I was a nerd growing up, I am unfazed by heavy backpacks, but Patagonia is something else entirely.
The One Day series is intended to give you a quick overview of a city, with some quick suggestions with respect to meals, attractions, and activities. Milan always ends up being a stopover city for me, where I tend to rush through one or two activities before moving on to another city. However, Milan is well worth a visit in its own right, and the flights can be downright cheap. So, whether you have a day (or three), here are some of the high notes that I would recommend that you hit on your next trip to Milan.
I’m not sure whether it was because I was homesick for a Pines Burger, nostalgic for a rosemary salt bagel at CollegeTown Bagels, or just in need of some upstate adventures, but the Wandering Weirdo and I decided that it was high time to return to upstate New York and chase some waterfalls.
Some people are just born gifted. Some people sing like angels, other people dance with purpose and precision, and still others can perch casually atop those ergonomic blow-up balls for hours at end. I, however, croak like a frog, dance with graceless abandon, and have …
Hello World! I’m the travel counterpart to the one and only Wandering Weirda and my biggest contribution to our travels takes place before we get on the plane (Spoiler: I’m talking about trip planning). Over the years, I’ve spent a lot of time refining our …
Dawn breaks over the mountains in Patagonia to find me sipping coffee at the Hotel Las Torres in the lap of luxury. A woman on a horse gallops across the meadow at breakneck speed. And then it is time to set out for Las Torres. It is the final day.
This morning found me felicitously curled up in building that did not have inexplicable holes in the windows. The cook seemed to agree with my buoyant mood and she serenaded the dining room as she put together the morning meal. Somehow my pack seemed lighter, the sun seemed brighter, and the distances seemed shorter as we hiked along the trail.
While I may or may not have been harboring murderous thoughts against the Paine Grande staff, I must admit that they delivered a spectacular breakfast. Or maybe I was just hyper-appreciative of life after feeling my extremities slowly turn blue and fearing that they would fall off. Either way, we set off well-fed and well-heeled on the most punishing day of our entire Chile experience.
Perhaps because I have an unhealthy fascination with glaciers, or because we are gluttons for punishment, we decided to start the day with a grueling ice hike on Glacier Grey. And let me tell you, it was AWESOME. It began inauspiciously as I slipped and fell into the boat that would convey us to the foot of the glacier — and almost placed a gaping hole in my skull and possibly the hull of the aforementioned boat.