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.
Romanov Dynasty Ended 94 Years Ago This Week
Former Czar Nicholas II and his family were killed in Yekaterinburg on July 16 or 17, 1918. The whereabouts of their bodies was unknown for years until they were discovered in 1979. The bodies were exhumed in 1991, and today are buried in a special chapel in Peter and Paul Fortress in St. Petersburg. Nicholas…
Cruise Ships: Where Smaller Is Better
Cruising always promised glamour and excitement for me. My grandmother, tired of being married and with an empty nest, ran away, not to join the circus, but to sign on with a cruise line. I have yellowed postcards from her from points around the world. Even that old ’70s TV show The Love Boat promised…
A Long Ride on a Slow Boat to Moscow
I had been in Russia less than 24 hours when I realized that the overused maxim—“It’s not the destination, it’s the journey”—would be particularly applicable to this trip. I was told the first day’s jaunt to the Hermitage was delayed for an hour or more because of the added chaos in St. Petersburg traffic caused…