Glassy.
Cleary.
Warm.
Aqua.
Sapphire.
Cresting.
Calm.
Playground.
Provider.
Relaxer.
That cushion is proud of its wooden, open-air lifestyle. #sorrynotsorry#myboatisbetterthanyours
My pace is your pace. (Except if you’re up front – then your pace is Ali’s pace.)
I’m just trying to figure out what the milestones are that made his stay there living, and not an extended business trip.
Every milestone I think of, I can think of a time I did that activity somewhere that I wasn’t remotely considering a home.
So, what is it?
I’m starting to think it’s intangible. It’s a state of mind. If you think of someplace as home, then it is. Can it really be that simple?
“Ready for your first wave?” he asked, skipping the gushing praise I thought I deserved for getting out. “After you catch the wave, paddle back to me.”
That’s when the illusion shattered into pieces. Every time I rode a wave into shore I would have to paddle back through the white water.
We love traveling together as a family, and our favorite vacations involve water. There is a formula of sun, water and family that makes a week full of smiles laughter and love!! 👩👩👧👦+🌞+🏖=😂+😄+❤️
It’s a treasure to be together when the distractions of friends, homework, devices are all muted.
When describing myself, “Elvis fan” would not make the list of characteristics. But, I do love me some Elvis. And, I have always wanted to make the pilgrimage to see his house (and car museum, and plane). And, I was looking forward to a lot more than just Graceland: I wanted to see the duck parade at the Peabody Hotel, try Guss’s famous fried chicken, and listen to some music on Beale Street.
We love voyaging with our guests. But sometimes inspection voyages are magic! It is during these Voyages that we seek out locals who may tell us about a hiking trail that brings us to a historical ruin. We also venture off those trails, and are open to the serendipity of a “wrong turn” that will let our guests experience the magic of a majestic view, maybe one that is perfect for sunset and a bottle of wine!
I published some of the pictures on Facebook, some on this blog. Others I just kept. I also digitized all my old photo albums and added those to the library, painstakingly noting dates and locations.
It was all going swimmingly, until…
After giving her such grief for her trips to Chicago, I couldn’t be more grateful for them now.
Through my traveling I’ve also discovered some of my favorite foods thanks to sampling local treats from around the world. Sure, you can buy an expensive meal at a renowned restaurant, but those local delights can’t be beat.
Years ago, my friend Ellen and I decided that instead of celebrating NYE with a party, champagne and noisemakers, we would travel. That way, we could remember how we capped off each year from a distance, and move forward to launch the next.
So far, we have traveled for every New Year’s since we made this decision, often with other friends joining us
Guest post by Alexander Goodman (www.bigfishsquad.com)
So, the idea of running a marathon wasn’t entirely insane. When I got it into my head, nobody suggested medication to control my delusions. But, it was definitely a stretch.
My inexplicable aversion to instruction manuals aside, I take great pleasure in reading. So, as you’d expect, I like to read when traveling. I read in airports, on airplanes, in hotels. Up until recently, this presented a big challenge: how could I pack enough material to keep myself entertained for a long trip?
Travel is a great way to celebrate most milestones. We’ve have birthdays, engagement celebrations, and honeymooners on the Voyages with us. When you’re celebrating something important, adding the dynamic of a special trip can really elevate the whole experience and make that memory stand out.
We pride ourselves on the fact that each Voyage is unique. We have guests who return year after year--(sometimes multiple times in a season!!—and they love it because each experience is truly its own. However, they also love it because there are some things they can count on reliably.
Hiking & exploring: For each Voyage we offer a set of 3-4 hikes. For each route we work hard to make sure these hikes vary in degree of challenge so there is one easy, one medium, and one hard. And, endeavor to vary the terrain of the hikes so that some are more about nature and others involve historical\/cultural sites.
Fun & games: We have games and tournaments that some groups embrace and others barely acknowledge, and that’s okay! It’s so much fun when a group lets its competitive monsters roar, and it’s just as funny when a group chooses to nap instead! We also have SUPs, kayaks, fishing lines and tunes for spontaneous dance parties!
Glamping under the stars: Some nights we dock in secluded coves and others in proper harbors. We love both experiences, and strive to balance the experience for our guests. The harbors offer shopping, drinking, carousing opportunities. The coves offer night swimming, star gazing and sleeping al fresco on the top deck.
Working out on deck: A certified personal trainer joins each Voyage, and we work with them all to adapt their special sauce to the ebb and flow of the itinerary. As the Voyage progresses and we get to know the guests better we adjust on the fly to add in more challenging or restorative sessions as the needs dictate.
In building each itinerary we keep each of these factors in mind and hand craft what we believe to be a gem. And, we know the planned itinerary is just a starting point. Weather, our guests, and the Greek gods all provide opportunities and reasons for change on a daily (and sometimes hourly) basis!
We can use the red side to signal, politely, to our seat mates that we aren’t open to talking at the moment. And the green side can signal that, yes, if you want to tell me about your grandson’s clarinet recital, now would be an okay time.
I know this paragraph will sound snobbish and off-putting, but here I go: everyone speaks English so it’s comfortable and easy. And it’s American, so it’s clean and modern. There aren’t any bugs or snakes. Or exotic diseases. You can drink the water.
The Colonel drove us to my Dads’ wife’s cousin’s farm outside of Kaunas, where I was greeted with a warmth and enthusiasm that was touching. And overwhelming. The only English speaker was the eight-year-old, and she was also the only shy person in the whole family. So, things were a little chaotic for my jet-lagged brain to process. And even more so once the bottle of vodka was opened, the Euro-techno music started playing, and the dancing began.