As the guest Getaway columnist, I write about when children (like my nephew Leo) take over family trip-planning. (Disaster does not ensue.)
I offer some advice from veteran Olympics fans on how best to take advantage of the games, and travel to Rio to see how to put their advice into action.
Why travelers are generally so terrible about assessing risk when they travel. Or, why non-pregnant Olympics fans who fear zika more than dengue have already been infected – by the media.
I tried luxury travel for a few days and, though I can see why people like it, went back for a final few days of adventure on the cheap, bussing it for a homestay with a Uno-playing indigenous family and visiting the forgotten town of Quingeo.
For the fifth and final time as Frugal Traveler, I take my brave parents on the road and subject them to my budget: Nicaragua, Croatia, Norway, Vancouver and now Panama.
My dad left Germany as a young child in the 1930s, fleeing the Nazi regime. He and all his descendants – my brother, nephews and I – just became citizens. I was the first to go back since – and wanted to choose the most traditional Germany I could find.
Boy, it suddenly just got very cheap to go to Rio de Janeiro – formerly one of the most expensive destinations in the Western Hemisphere.
In which a Brazilian environmentalist observes our National Parks system. And Montana peaches.
More than 30 years after my grade-school report on the 17, 000+ islands of Indonesia, I finally get to visit four of them. And am not disappointed.
In Appalachia on one of my best trips ever, a perfect example of how travel can wash away stereotypes. (Though not all of them – I sure saw a lot of guns. Turns out I’m not a bad shot with a 9mm Smith & Wesson.)