I travel because I want to try out different lives. Could I remember the names of all the trees and remedies to become a shaman? Would throwing my slop into the streets of medieval Rouen be too much for me? Could I ease into a laid-back work ethic as a resident of Rome? Would I…
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Escaped from the Shackles: Happy Independence Day, Belize!
Belize finally escaped British colonization 31 years ago and became independent on September 21, 1981. The “new” nation had earned its name (a change from British Honduras) in 1973, but its freedom would take a bit longer, tangled as it was in Central American politics (most notably, Guatemala’s claim for a chunk of Belize) and…
Are Historical Sites Honest about Slavery?
The global tumult of the last week—the killing of the U.S. ambassador to Libya and global unrest stemming, allegedly, from disgust with a video about Muslims made by a film maker in the United States—makes the celebration of the U.S. Constitution just a little more poignant. Travel, for me, has always made history lessons come…
Note from the Brawny Sherpa: What I Did in Chicago
On our last trip to Chicago, I was going to have some free time while the Bashful Adventurer was bringing home the tofu bacon. Normally I go on a food feast. Gibson’s is the best place for steak in Chicago in my opinion. My buddy Pete said, why don’t you try to bring down your…
Standing in the Tracks of Chariots and on the Paths of Heroes
For me, there’s no greater experiential learning than walking back through time via travel. The chariot tracks in the streets of Pompeii made life in the first century that much more real to me. Seeing row after row of crosses in the Normandy American Cemetery in France made the sacrifices of those soldiers that much…
Traveling While Vegan: A Vegan Abroad
Traveling while vegan
My Kind of Camp: The Jersey Shore
The Bashful Adventurer discovers what there is to love at the Jersey Shore.
In Favor of Small Hotels
I can’t imagine a better way to introduce the Youthful Adventurer to Europe than landing at Marco Polo airport in Venice, taking a water bus to Piazza San Marco as dusk descends, and then walking the narrow streets to tiny Hotel Riva at the Ponte dell’Angelo. To a young teenager, this was a different world…
Mixing Pleasure with Business
Given my vocation—writing about the environment and law—it’s virtually impossible for me to silo work and play. Most often, they are one and the same, which is the way I want my life to be. I am sometimes surprised by people who wear blinders, not doing anything recreational when they are on a business trip;…
Fast Food Traveler
The Bashful Adventurer, a healthful eater at home, embraces fast food when traveling. Here’s why.