FROM THE ARCHIVE: As the dive boat sets aground on the shore of an uncharted desert isle, I imagine our group as the castaways from Gilligan’s Island.
With more than 762 centimeters of snow and 300 days of sunshine per year, Telluride is one of the most dependable destinations for powder hounds.
Two historic halves make for one beautiful whole in the case of Portland’s Sentinel, a 100-room hotel that keeps watch over downtown from its perch on SW 11th Avenue.
FROM THE ARCHIVE: From one long stretch of Mediterranean the gods wrought two Rivieras—Italian and French—what’s your pleasure? Travel and live on olives, pesto, and espresso, but decline to take this sun-blessed pocket of coastline for granted. The exposure to such gorgeousness could spoil you for life.
Ask any resident of Switzerland about the railway and they’ll most likely make a case for it being Europe’s top set of tracks. “Swiss trains never even go on strike,” they’ll probably say.
For a large portion of northern hemisphere travellers, a holiday often means following the sun south. To Hawaii, the South Pacific, the Caribbean, the Mediterranean.
Finally, the islands are in sight. After three hours of cruising the gorgeous waters of the Aegean Sea, our ferry pulls into a protected lagoon. A horseshoe-shaped island towers high above the deep sapphire waters.
When dawn breaks upon Lake Como, the window seats are the first to go. Throngs of early risers filter through waterfront hotels for breakfast with a view, watching the melancholic fog burn off during the autumn or catching the first kaleidoscopic streaks of light across the water in the summer.
The sun, the waves, the gastronomy; Mexico is a feast for the senses.