“Madam, you do not understand leather.” After nearly a week in Marrakech, this gentleman who ran one of the souks deep in the heart of the Marrakech market was entirely correct. I researched, I Googled, I window-shopped until I had spun us in circles, but the fact remained: I didn’t understand Moroccan leather. And frankly, I definitely didn’t understand how to haggle. I was about to get schooled.
We’re getting ready for a week in Morocco, which is thrilling. As per usual, we are not renting a car and we’re not taking a stroller for our two daughters (now four and just-shy-of-two). That requires some truly excellent footwear, but I’ll be frank: most of the travel-recommended shoes I’ve seen seem clunky and somewhat heavy. I need arch support, and while I’m not even remotely a fashionista I’d like to look a little bit trendy. Here’s what I’ve come up with as my two favorite go-to travel shoes for warm-weather, dry-climate travel.
Beep. Beep. Beep. The emergency room monitors sliced through the fog of narcotics and anti-nausea medications. The IV in the crook of my arm made it impossible to get comfortable. My neck and head throbbed with a pain I had never experienced before. Over three days and the course of two ER visits, an MRI, a CAT scan, a few hits of intravenous morphine, and a few prescription bottles filled with muscle relaxers and Vicodin, I had become convinced: after this week, I would never, ever travel alone.
Almost halfway between Boston and Portland, ME lies the small waterfront community called Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Founded in 1653 as a part of the Strawbery Banke settlement, it’s not a huge city today–the population seems to hover between 20-25,000 people. However, with its blend of historical quaintness and influx of modern restaurants and a lot of nightlife, it’s a great destination for a quick day or long weekend trip.
Everyone knows the basic stay-healthy tips for travelers: don’t drink water from bottles with a broken seal, don’t drink alcohol when you’re jet-lagged, wear rubber flip-flops in communal showers. Women have a few unique needs to consider when we’re on the road, but there’s no reason to be weighted down by lots of extra supplies or the blahs. Take care of your body so you can let travel take care of your mind.
You didn’t think I’d leave Portland’s food and drink scene with just one post, did you? Of course not! We planned our day in Portland quite carefully in order to maximize our cuisine and bar enjoyment while minimizing pesky things like bloat (hey, we’re not 21 anymore). That doesn’t mean we didn’t get to try a lot of tantalizing treats and sips, though. Polish your glass and follow us on the second half of our journey through Portland, Maine.
Every time I go back to my home state of Maine for a visit, I try to rediscover Portland. This seaside city has an easily walked urban center that feels both homey and international. Better than that, though, are the abundant options for dining. It feels like every other doorway leads into a cute cafe, brasserie, bar, sandwich shop, or restaurant with a different spin on cuisine. Here’s where to go if you find yourself with a day in this cheery port city.
I’ve been enjoying a few glorious summer weeks in Maine. Perfect weather, good company, and all the sea breeze I could want. What I haven’t had yet is lobster, but that will be rectified (steamed, never grilled) shortly. But what to drink with my summertime seafood in Maine? Grab a growler jug and let’s see which of the local beers I tried will go best with fresh crustacean.
Four days off of an international flight from Manchester, England to Boston, I only know one thing for sure: jet lag doesn’t get easier as you get older. This time around has me reeling from disorientation, cluster headaches, and bouts of 3a.m. to 4a.m. insomnia. Here are a few things I wish I done differently in order to ease my transition into Eastern Standard Time.
It sounds too whiny and privileged to even write this, but anyone who’s spent some time traveling in Europe knows it is true: sometimes, you just get burned out on famous churches. Isn’t that a terrible thought? That there are so many wondrous places of worship that it’s hard to individually appreciate all of them? Luckily, on our recent journey into Russia, we were able to see an antidote for our jaded attitudes: the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood.