I’m not a foodie. I seldom watch the Food Channel. The one cookbook I
own came with my microwave. I only go to Williams-Sonoma to get a gift
for someone else. So I’m surprised that some of the best memories of
my bicycle trip in France last summer are of food.
I was the only American in our group of 14, the rest were Irish or
British. Every day we biked 20 to 35 miles through the beautiful
Provençal countryside and every evening we had dinner at one of the
many restaurants in the village where we stayed. Even the smallest
towns had dozens to choose from. Sometimes we were the only ones in
the place.
Dinner was our evening’s entertainment. The group would meet in the
hotel lobby, then wander the narrow streets checking out menus in
restaurant windows until we reached a consensus. Usually, the only
dissenter was a snooty vegan, a London financial planner studying to be
a yoga instructor. She would frown as she studied a menu. “Can’t eat
that. Won’t eat that. Ugh, no way.” Then she would drag her poor
husband off for a salad somewhere. Once, I offered her some of my
sunscreen. “I don’t put chemicals on my body,” she told me. She came
back at the end of the day with a spectacular sunburn.
It’s all my fault. I’ve been telling people for almost a decade about this lovely wine region in the middle of California. Most of them had no idea where Paso Robles is – halfway between Los Angeles and San Francisco – and had never heard of any of the wineries that call this region home. Until the last 3-4 years I couldn’t really blame them. Even though some people have been successfully making wonderful wine here for over 3 decades, their efforts rarely reached beyond the county’s borders.
I was 'off to see the queen,' the stewardess lingo we use when
working a London trip. I packed my tall boots, a few jackets and
scarves. I was invited to join a friend from London for dinner with a
small group at the famous old oyster bar "J Sheekey." I was, for once,
concerned about what I would wear as my friend, Tim is a famous London
tailor with a shop on Savile Row as well as shops all over the world.
He dresses David Beckam and Tom Cruise and I certainly did not want to
embarrass myself with some sort of 'get up' from my usual suitcase
wardrobe.
Twenty years ago this summer I fell in love with Alaska. After
graduating from college and moving permanently to Atlanta with friends,
I thought I had died and gone to heaven by escaping my small town life.
My parents quickly threw a wrench into all the excitement by informing
me we were going on a family vacation to Alaska - a week on a cruise
ship. I balked, begged and pleaded not to go. I am the least
'outdoorsy' person in the world. I don't like to be cold and I don't
like to be hot. My definition of camping is a night at a Holiday Inn
Express. 
What do I look for in a travel experience? The answer is simple: culture, nature,
world-class shopping + food and the best nightlife, parties + events I can find. Sometimes in one day! Like many world-class cities London offers diversity, and my trip there this past fall provides a great example of how I was able to combine my favorite vacation pastimes.
