Under the Spell of the Himalayas, Part I

While Sarah and I don’t usually think about having a travel bucket list, the magical sonority of those tantalizing words, Himalayas and Dharamshala, held a special place for us even

Summer Dreams III: Toscana and Carezze d’Italia!

After a couple weeks of intense urban trekking, art-museum gawking, tapas-style dining, and verdejo wine imbibing in Madrid and Barcelona, what could be better than a relaxing first visit to

Summer Dreams II: Barcelona

So how fast, really, are those so-called “fast” trains in Europe, especially when you’re eager for your first date with a new city, the legendary Barcelona? Come on, are they

Summer Dreams I: Madrid

One of the delights of life as a part of the international expat community of the faculty and families at AISC is the sharing of the discoveries and serendipities—and occasional

Father of Gazelles: Abu Dhabi

One of the official responsibilities of a Trailing Spouse is to accompany the Non-Trailing Spouse—otherwise known as the Working Spouse, ie, the one with the actual job—when they have to

Chiang Mai Mountain High

So, after a night of whimsy at Bangkok’s Gaggan (the 5th best restaurant in the WORLD), Sarah and I flew north for our first visit to Chiang Mai, a smaller

Two Bangkok Nights, Two of the Best Restaurants in the World? Heck YEAH!

When in Bangkok, with its 26 Michelin Star restaurants, and its THREE of “The World’s 50 Best,” what else would a pair of occasional foodies do with a couple spare

Thailand, Round Two, with Bangkok & a Pair of World Class Restaurants, then off to . . .

A year ago, Sarah and I had to pull an unexpected change of plans when our intended spring break destination, Sri Lanka, declared a short term state of emergency just

Rajasthan Whirlwind IV: Jodhpur and Udaipur

So, how does one top a pair of spectacular–if chilly–nights in a living fort at Jaisalmer? How about a traditional grand hotel in the market city of Jodhpur followed by

Rajasthan Whirlwind III: Inside the Living Fort at Jaisalmer

Can you think of the oldest room you’ve ever slept in? If you’re like most Americans, it might be a charming, clapboard house in Colonial Williamsburg–or out on Cape Cod–that