A welcome relief to the sweltering heat, manic honking and street peddlers’ hustling a stone’s throw away.
This is the beginning of a downward spiral into inevitable Greek holiday weight-gain. But for these few days, breakfast is a sweet, sweet part of the day.
The whole place shines. A lux sheen coats every surface and a rich perfume pervades every corridor. If we wanted to do Paris in style, we’ve come to the right place…
The surroundings will please adventurous minds as well as those in search of peace and quiet: cute villages, forests, lakes, streams, and mountains are all at a walk-able distance or a train/car ride away.
Now, the hotel is a hipsters’ paradise, with cool, light interiors and a do-as-you-please vibe. We felt as if we had stepped into a hip playground for grown-ups, where real life was but a distant memory.
The hotel sits on a lava field at the foot of a volcano and is surrounded by hot springs, which gives it the appearance of being an alien structure that is seemingly growing out of its moon-like surroundings.
You don't even need to go on a walking safari to see game—at Mfuwe Lodge, I saw a leopard, a pride of lions, and an elephant, who pulled at the branches of the tree next to my chalet at night, shaking the roof.
The Bristol was originally the brainchild of Paderewski and his financial partners, who decided to build a grand hotel in Warsaw that would rival the other high-end hotels of western Europe—in a Neo-Renaissance design and with all the latest amenities—towards the end of the nineteenth century.
How do I feel about Marseille? The Mediterranean city has been a crossroads of immigration and trade since its founding by the Phoenicians in 600 B.C.E. This alone means I feel affection for it, but there are many more reasons.
Volkshotel is more than just a place for Amsterdam’s weekend tourists to rest their heads between canal tours and loitering in the red light district. It’s a creative hub shared by Amsterdam’s artists and freelancers.
With its historic elevator, animated doorman, classical columns, and semicircular arches, the hotel recalls the splendor of a bygone era
Modern setting but classic designs seemed to combine the best of both worlds—a promise Dubai is premised upon anyway
We weren’t visiting the Sicily of the American Mafioso imagination, but the Sicily of Arab-Catalan architecture and Southern Italian charm
A retreat for the urbane - everything smelt delightful and welcoming
At first glance, Marfa looks like a ghost city: abandoned buildings, desolate farmland, and a few horses and goats to snapchat to your friends back home.
Napoleon III finery meets pop art and is very much at home in what was Paris’ first airfield from which hot air balloons used to take off.
And you, when traveling—what compromises are you prepared to make in order to live a unique experience, different from that of millions of other tourists? Is that even something you want?
I told myself that I would be able to rebuild the collection one day when I really had a home.
It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but for someone who took an early train to an unfamiliar town and hiked several kilometers from the station to sit for a couple of hours on a hillside waiting to catch a seconds-long glimpse of the peloton—well, it was the most important decision I’d made in a week. A month.
I selected Poland on a whim because the people seemed nice and genuine, like the plucky European underdogs. I didn't speak Polish. I didn't have any Polish family members, and I did not have a long-distance Polish lover.
I licked my lips, salty from sweat, and entered the earth’s embrace: The dirt crumbled and my body pressed into the rock as I fit my limbs and fingers precisely into the grooves of the mountain.
Like twenty-first century John Wayne movies, the casinos become difficult not to gawp in, especially when you’re surrounded by card playing real-life cowboys.
At Treehouse, Josiphet welcomed us in the morning with a warm smile and showed us all the rooms in the building, which was inspired by Spanish Catalan architect Gaudi. Pieces of bright, colorful glass were cemented into the white walls, which had been designed to spiral up in large curves, following the staircase up the maze-like tower.
My scalp was moist, my back was sticky, and a slippy layer of sweat covered all of my extremities, so going to sleep at night felt like laying down in a salty puddle, with two other cyclists bathing in their own grease, just inches away.
Though the surrounding neighborhood is near-deserted, near-post-apocalyptic, the port is teeming with hatted and fanny-packed tourists.
“Only Toyotas at the last rest stop, and a Toyota in front of us—do you see? All Kenyans drive Toyotas. I do not know why; it must be one of our Kenyan mysteries,” he concludes cheekily.
But take a step closer to the men under those wigs, salesmen armed with red plastic binders and smartphones, welcoming you to Vienna with breath rolling in cigarette stench, touting the latest “authentic” musical rip-off, and the illusion quickly fades: welcome to Vienna.
I questioned whether or not we were in a movie, in which I wondered whether the festival was real, whether Pont-à-Celles was real, whether we were real, whether the day had slipped from one dimension of time and space to another without our realizing it
Let this serve as a sort of guide for those who undertake the late night quest for booty in the city of Istanbul
They were all immaculately dressed in H’mong traditional garb, and the intricate pattens on their shirts and pants and the bright colors that flowed across their limbs seemed to move of their own accord in the darkness.
We lunge through the open space ahead of us, and feel the Canyon’s abyss in our stomachs each time we veer closer to the edge.
My introduction to London did not begin with Big Ben, or Piccadilly Circus, or even the Houses of Parliament. It began with you.
We’d barely taken ten steps on the path before we spotted our first bird, and one of the rarest: a Takehe
The emotional dimension of flamenco I understood instinctively even as a child, but neither its technique nor its complex rhythms have ever come easily to me
Then of course we took to the jungle-lined paradise of Tayrona, splashed in the sea and screamed, “We’re here, we’re here, COLOMBIAAAAAA,” out of giddy gratitude
Le Pin had about ten jeunes between the ages of fourteen and twenty who all gathered at la place—which was nothing more than a bench under a roof—to smoke cigarettes, play cards, and talk. And the first time I met them was overwhelming
The bus’s taillights suddenly lit the area with a morbid red glow as its engine revved and the driver steered it out of sight. I was alone
You had never been to the Lake District. It was the stuff of my childhood
Someone once told me that talking about the weather is what you do when you have nothing else to talk about...I was being goaded into conversation
You love this city but fear it. You've seen enough glimpses of its dark, scaly underbelly through its gossamer feathers that you know there's still much to be afraid of