I just returned from my honeymoon. We took a week on the Crystal Serenity and, boy oh boy… It was hard to leave that ship. Between our honeymoon and my birthday, I was drowned in celebratory champagne. When the drink of the day is champagne and St-Germain – one of my absolute favorites – you know you’ve found your tribe. Continue Reading
We drove to Madrid (pronounced Mad-Rid) to see dear friends for Thanksgiving and to take our first long-distance trip in our motor home. We also wanted to decompress from daily life in Austin, Texas, a city that continues to grow by leaps and bounds. Continue Reading
Sometimes I get overwhelmed with disdain for myself. Those days when I can’t get out of my own way, I just want to sit on the curb; put my head in my hands and hope someone will come along and offer me an ice cream cone.
I had one of those moments when I renewed my drivers license. I rearranged my schedule so I wouldn’t miss the deadline; went on-line to ensure my parking tickets had been paid; downloaded and completed the renewal form and went to a satellite office–rather than the fustercluck downtown–to save a few precious hours, waiting in line. I even went so far as to blow dry my hair so my picture wouldn’t look like a mug shot. Continue Reading
I woke up last Monday to an email from a friend that said, “Come to Jerusalem today. Your trip will be paid for!” It was from a close girlfriend I’ve known for over 30 years. Amazing even myself, I was packed and on a plane within hours of the email. Then it hit me. I’m heading to Israel for the first time.
I’ve always wanted to go, but schedule, kids or something else kept me from going. This time I was unencumbered and ready with a free spirit to embrace new things. Continue Reading
Most people have a “bucket list” but I never wanted to call mine that because it implies you want to cram all of these things in before you die. You know, as in “kick the proverbial bucket.” The focus there isn’t on joy or inspiration, it’s on racing against an imaginary grim reaper. After much thought, I decided to call my list The Love List.
On my first trip to Paris I went alone. I was in my mid-20s and new to living in London, whilst my first husband was working in Africa. I knew, however, I didn’t want to experience the City of Love with him. Whilst he wasn’t a bad man, he could be unpredictable at times, and my vision of Paris didn’t include emotional outbursts under the Eiffel Tower. And by emotional outbursts, I don’t mean passionately kissing. Continue Reading
I’ve been a single parent since my kids were three and five, which means I’m used to orchestrating our vacations on my own.
We’ve had some disastrous vacations, like the one to the coast where the beach house we’d rented was so creepily isolated that I ended up booking a second place. What started out as a cheap and cheerful vacation rang in at just slightly less than what it would have cost us all to fly to St Tropez and vacation aboard one of those rented yachts. The SUV we’d rented to guide us on our travels arrived in terrible condition… and without GPS, and the beach was covered in dinner plate-sized jellyfish.
1010ParkPlace’s Nick Dawes; Vice President, Special Collections at Heritage Auctions in New York; expert appraiser since season one on PBS’s Antiques Roadshow and expert on Lalique, art glass and decorative arts, is conducting a “Glassworks and La Belle Époque” tour to Paris, October 5-11, 2016, in association with Gayle Tilles and Connoisseur Arts.
I love Nick’s modesty… What he won’t tell you is that he’s the world’s foremost authority on… “
My husband and I just returned from a lovely vacation at our friends’ lake house in South Carolina. It prompted some daydreaming about retirement and where we would want to live when that time comes.
On my recent trip to Italy, I took only a backpack. Knowing I would be walking for 30-minute stretches while I traveled to five different cities–Venice, Florence, Montepulciano, Siena and Rome–I kept the weight to about 20 pounds. Now that I’m home, I realize I should have been easier on myself because bringing less clothes and shoes made me feel denied and punished.
I went too far trying to “stay minimal,” and for the next trip, I’ll bring things that make me feel more at home, no matter where I am.