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  • A Passport’s Life (and 10 places to go next)

    A Passport’s Life (and 10 places to go next)

    Is your passport ready? Lately, I’ve thought much about where I have already been and more about where I would like to go next. I have taken a hard look at my soon-to-expire passport. What kind of life will my future passport lead? I have ten ideas, or so.


    I am an obsessive collector. At ten, I started collecting postage stamps, fascinated by the colorful, miniature designs and illustrations. By twelve, I was also collecting stickers; Hello Kitty, Miffy, scratch ‘n’ sniff, sparkly, and those satisfyingly tactile, puffy ones.

    When I moved to NYC in my early 20s, I began to collect matchbooks, which held the same fascination as those long-ago stamps. I marveled at the tiny advertisements for the restaurants they represented. I collected the annual NYC Zagat dining guides and enthusiastically ticked off the places where I had eaten. I gained weight. 

    Matchbooks

    A decade later, I moved to Japan, where I started to collect meishi, (business cards). The intricate kanji, katakana, and hiragana strokes were, in themselves, individual works of art. Typography that complimented the Japanese design aesthetic.

    Lonely Planet

    Over subsequent years of travel, I found more to collect; such as shells, ceramics, and Lonely Planet guidebooks, from the countries that we visited. Now, these collections transport me to different periods of my life and act as visual reminders of fabulous holidays.

    Bowls Shells

    The Passport: the ultimate collection

    The one collection to which I never gave much thought, has been sitting in a drawer, untouched, unused, and unloved, for the past ten months. My passport. A collection of ink on paper, a sometimes round, rectangular, or oval mark, that designates a country ‘visited’. 

    Last week, I dug up my neglected passport, as we are planning a trip for the holidays. The travel industry lovingly calls it ‘Festive Season’. I’ll bet I’m not the only one who needs a season to be festive. 

    My passport is about to expire. I am weirdly emotional about giving up this little blue booklet that has given me such joy over the past decade. Ten years—the life of a passport. 

    Quotes on paper

    I have carried this living, breathing, essential document through airports around the world, largely unaware of its weight in my hand. Had I really considered the access and power it provides? As I look more closely, each page holds much interest beyond the dried ink—beyond the colorful stamps.

    Passport

    Thirteen quotes from past presidents, poets, activists, and writers, line the top of each spread. One quote, by prominent scholar and author, Anna Julia Cooper, seemed especially fitting. “The cause of freedom is not the cause of a race, a party or a class—it is the cause of humankind, the very birthright of humanity.” As I write, the United States is on the cusp of a new presidency, and still deep in the throes of a pandemic. 

    Patriotic scenes and American icons live behind the mess of overlapping stamps. The Statue of Liberty, a bald eagle, and Mount Rushmore, as examples. American landscapes are reproduced in the backgrounds; cacti of the southwest, wide, open plains of the midwest, and tropical palms of the Hawaiian islands. 

    My travel history

    What will be a surprise to nobody who has read up to this point, is that I have saved all of my old passports. I have saved my husband’s old passports, as well as my kid’s old passports (both the US and UK versions). Something about these documents, the ones that literally enable us to ‘pass’ through the ‘ports’ of the world, seem too valuable to casually discard. They unlock history—our travel history, so to speak.

    Passport grid

    No doubt, the passport system will one day be completely automated. There may be no physical record in which to refer. The stamp will be retired in the name of technology. I’ll miss those stamps and the little blue booklet. I’ll miss certain rituals of the process. I won’t miss the lines or the intimidating passport control workers. 

    Passport tales: India

    The passport that I am about to give up has had a life of its own. I opened up to a page, at random.

    India tuk tuk

    The full-page visa that allowed me entry to India in 2011 stared up at me, and stories from that trip started to materialize in my mind. I remembered being ‘encouraged’ to ride a camel to our lakeside dinner near Amanbaugh, the resort where we stayed just outside of Ranthambore National Park. Afterward, I said, ‘I will never ride a camel again, not ever. Not even for a free trip anywhere in the world. Never’. I still haven’t. And I won’t.

    Later that week, I was verbally assaulted and nearly arrested after taking a photo of a monkey on a leash. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I tried to prove to the monkey’s owner that I had deleted the image from my camera, as promised. Note to self: always ask permission when photographing people, or tethered primates, especially people with tethered primates. 

    Passport Tales: Portugal

    I flipped ahead a few pages to the stamp marked ‘Portugal’, where our VRBO’s pool turned a putrid, neon, green over the course of the week. Ear infections all around! Obrigado, Portugal!

    Portugal castle

    En route to a Moorish castle later that week, we headed down one of the many death-defyingly steep, narrow, roads that we had come to anticipate in hilly Sintra. Suddenly, a light on the dashboard angrily glared and flashed hot red type. Not fluent in Portuguese, I googled the phrase, assuming that it was something benign, like an overdue oil change. 

    “Atenção! Falha de freio!” translated to: “Warning! Brake failure!” Was this a joke? Were we being punked in Portugal? I froze in panic, closed my eyes, and prayed to the Portuguese auto gods. As is evidently clear, we lived to tell the tale. What might be less clear, is that to this day, Portugal remains one of our favorite holidays. Oftentimes, the craziest experiences make for the best stories.

    Cheetah in Botswana

    Passport Tales: Africa

    Turning a few more pages, I found the ‘Botswana’ stamp, and I immediately remembered the cheetah we spotted on our first game drive, just 60 seconds after leaving the lodge. I remembered falling in love with our all-knowing guide, Foster, whose soothing and calming manner made our trip even more extraordinary. I thought back to the safari nighttime chorus of sounds, and how I never wanted to fall asleep for fear of missing it.

    Glimpses of other past travel resurfaced. A levitating man in magically realistic Cartagena.The Christmas market in blizzardy Budapest. The harrowing pre-dawn horseback ride in Argentina, when I thought my daughter would file for emancipation papers upon returning home.

    I thought of those trips that reminded me of my friendships and relationships. We celebrated my husband’s 40th birthday in Punta Mita, Mexico, gathered six families for an ex-pat reunion in Cortona, Italy, and took a couples getaway to St Barth’s, in the Caribbean. Stories are unlocked, and retold, through the stamps.

    Buckets and lists

    As a travel writer, this year has presented some clear challenges. I have tried to find creative ways to bridge this less-traveled gap in time. I have dreamt up future travels. I have kept a ‘Travel Lust’ list on my phone—an ongoing and hopefully never-ending inventory of places to see, stay and go, one day.

    Travel lust list

    Where did I most want to go, I thought? I referenced my trusty list—compiled from random sources, over years of reading and research. From Instagram posts and conversations overheard at restaurants. From Travel + Leisure, Condé Nast, and Afar magazines. From the currently-on-hiatus ‘Travel’ section of the Sunday New York Times. (Hear my cry, Mr. Sulzberger, please bring it back.) Gold lists, Hot Lists, bucket lists, and luxury travel blogs. 

    In no particular order, here are my current top ten:

    Katmai National Park, Alaska

    Single Thread Farm, Healdsburg, California

    Six Senses Zighy Bay, Oman

    The Faroe Islands

    Lofoten Islands, Norway

    Taylor River Lodge, Crested Butte, Colorado

    The Uyuni Salt Flats, Bolivia

    Amanzoe, Greece

    Torres Del Paine National Park, Chile

    Snowdonia, North Wales

    Dolomites, Italy

    Antarctica

    For anyone counting, that was twelve. I’m not bad at math, I just couldn’t stop. I have more but am holding back in case I need more material for my next post.

    New beginnings

    Starting a new passport now might be a good omen. Another way to start fresh, wipe the slate clean, and (literally) fill up a blank canvas. What do the next ten years, the life of my next passport, have in store?

    Passports messy

    Find your passport. Give it some love, even if you aren’t yet ready to plan a trip. Be content with a trip through your stamps, for now. There are good stories in there, awful stories, and hilarious ones, too. Our passports hold so much more than the faded impressions we have amassed over the years. What kind of life has your passport led so far? Where will it take you next?

    Imagine it. I know I am.

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  • 5 stunning villas that will inspire your next getaway

    5 stunning villas that will inspire your next getaway

     Planning a villa getaway

    Now is the time to start planning a villa getaway. Villas, as opposed to hotels, is a natural choice for social distancing. They are inherently secluded and allow guests to spread out. Villas erase the need for babysitters or restaurants since a personal chef can be one of the decadent perks of villa life.

    Finding the right villa can be a labor of love. It needs the optimal balance of indoor and outdoor living and is designed with views in mind. They need to have just the right collection of ‘toys’, whether for age 4 or 40.

    Pool view

    Super-luxe amenities may include an infinity pool, a beachfront location, and a built-in sound system. A fully-stocked, complimentary, wine cellar, and a yoga sanctuary. These are all in the mix of what makes a villa good, versus absolutely mind-blowing.

    These days, understated luxury is all the more sought after. As opposed to extravagant, over-the-top, opulence. The biggest compliment for a villa is that it is so tranquil and so thoughtfully laid out that no one ever wants to leave it.

    Bramasole outside

    What follows are my top five villas around the globe. Get ready to pull the trigger.

    Best Villa Getaway #5

    One-Bedroom Pool Villa at The Mandarin Oriental Hotel, Marrakech, Morocco

    Villa Vibe: Modern-riad oasis

    The Moroccan property of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel is a short drive from the famous Medina of Marrakech. Yet, it feels like another world. It has over 20 hectares of jasmine patches, olive trees, and 100,000 fragrant roses. The hotel’s 54 private villas dot the property in a scenic serpentine route. Reflecting pools and majestic, wavering palms abound.

    Villa entrance

    Why I like the villas at the Mandarin Oriental:

    The austere, one-bedroom pool villa has a rose-covered entry and an oversized, wooden door that opens into a private courtyard.

    Pool villa Pool villa jacuzzi

    A long, dramatic, pool welcomes guests like a red carpet to the Oscars. At its far end, the pool morphs into a sheltered hot tub. It nestles squarely against the sliding glass doors of the master suite.

    Pool villa bedroom Room interior

    Each room opens up to the central courtyard, reinforcing the blurry edges of indoor and outdoor living. Contemporary Moroccan decor is captured in subtle ways. Soft Berber rugs, elaborate, stone artwork, and even the design details of lampshades.

    A hammam-inspired shower is an Arabic bathing ritual used for cleansing. It’s an added luxurious feature of the villa. Yet, it posed yet another distraction from exploring the mesmerizing city of Marrakech.

    Mandarin Oriental pool view Mandarin Oriental courtyard of pool villa

    USP (Unique Selling Point): An elongated, horizontal fire pit cuts into the courtyard wall. An outdoor kitchen and bar, with plush outdoor sofas, make the inside of the villa nearly redundant. It’s just this combination of open-plan architecture overlaid with total seclusion, that makes this hotel villa so enchanting.

    Grounds of The Mandarin Oriental

    Best Villa Getaway #4

    The Three-Bedroom Beach Residence at Sugar Beach, St Lucia

    Villa Vibe: Colonial charm, perfected

    The majestic, towering Pitons are a duo of volcanic spires and the visual centerpiece of the island of St Lucia. They stand at 2,618ft and 2,438ft respectively. The Pitons are the geological defining feature of this mountainous paradise in the Windward Islands.

    Beach cricket

    Viceroy Sugar Beach, once a thriving 18th-century sugar plantation, won the Caribbean lottery on location. It’s one of only two resorts that rest between the Pitons, and the only one that is beachfront. They’ve been named a World Heritage Site by UNESCO. At any given time of day, one Piton is lit to perfection, while the other lies in dramatic shadow.

    Both Pitons are magnificent around the clock. In fact, they are so highly regarded, that they are proudly displayed on the national flag, as well as the name of the local beer. Two high honors, indeed.

    Patio views

    Why I like the beach residences at Sugar Beach:

    Our plantation-inspired, three-bedroom beach residence has uninterrupted 360 views of the sea. It also sits steps from the beach. Standing on the expansive pool deck, I look to my left—Gros Piton. I look to my right—Petit Piton. Straight ahead are crystal clear cerulean waters. Each direction I face is more inspiring than the next.

    Every room has large glass-paned windows that face the ocean. Sliding glass doors reinforce the melding of indoor and outdoor life. From the lantern-lit deck, we watch the chartered catamarans and sailboats slowly drift in and out of the harbor. An unvarnished portrait of the seascape is constantly re-imagined before our eyes.

    Pool at villa Villa bedroom view

    Four-poster beds have romantic, voile draping that evoked a dream-like sanctuary. White-on-white, silky Egyptian cotton linens, contrast with wooden, colonial touches. Natural jute weaves and rattan adds to the breezy vibe of the residence.

    Patio views

    A long, infinity pool parallels the sea, hovering just high enough above it so that it feels as if we are swimming laps alongside the horizon. The connecting hot tub makes for the most secluded sundowner spot on the island.

    USP: Beach residences come with a personal butler to attend to all needs that may arise during the stay. Guests are given a cell phone with their direct dial. Butlers can organize excursions, massage appointments, and food and beverage stocked upon arrival.

    Sunset view

    Best Villa Getaway #3

    Casa Majani, Punta Mita, Mexico

    Villa Vibe: The ultimate in understated luxury

    Punta Mita is an exclusive resort community in Nayarit, Mexico. It has long been associated with understated, beachfront beauty. It’s also the home to both St. Regis and the Four Seasons resorts. Set upon 1500 swoon-worthy acres, and surrounded by the Pacific Ocean on three sides, the lure of Punta Mita is palpable.

    Majani exterior signage

    There is no shortage of heart-stopping villas to be found on this gently manicured private peninsula in the Pacific Ocean. However, the serene undercurrent of Villa Casa Majani mimics the peninsula itself, with water as its defining feature.

    Why I like Casa Majani:

    Casa Majani boasts six seductive bedrooms, interconnected via garden-filled pathways, Manzanillo trees, and meandering reflecting pools.

    Exterior Majani
    Photo Credit: Casa Majani

    Suite Keili is one of two master suites and is best described as a ‘bedroom island.’ The infinity pools that surround the suite look on towards the ocean. They mirror the prismatic colors of the Mexican sky.

    dining loft at casa majani
    Photo Credit: Casa Majani

    The architectural centerpiece of the villa is the enormous thatched-roofed grand palapa loft. Infinitely breezy, it plays many roles. Pre-dinner cocktail lounge, shady reading nook, or whale-watching perch.

    The natural hues and wooden accents are in line with a modern Mexican aesthetic. Touches of bright, traditional colors like persimmon, fuchsia, and lime green, accent the decor artfully.

    Majani thatched loft

    On our visit, it takes all of one morning for the seasoned staff to remember each of our names, as well as our caffeinated vices. Mini tacos with fresh guacamole appear poolside before anyone’s stomach had the chance to rumble.

    Hand-crafted cocktails magically arrive at the first signs of dusk. A dedicated concierge helped facilitate our needs, whether organizing an on-site masseuse, or a group tequila tasting.

    Pool view majani
    Photo Credit: Casa Majani

    USP: Casa Majani is a destination unto itself. But should guests decide to venture off-property, access to the Four Seasons and St Regis resorts is included. Given that Casa Majani has its own yoga studio and gym, one should choose excursions wisely.

    Best Villa Getaway #2

    Villa Laura, Cortona, Italy

    Villa Vibe: Under the Tuscan sun, literally

    A sweeping property just outside of the walled Italian village of Cortona is the famed setting of the film, Under the Tuscan Sun. Guests of Villa Laura, have an opportunity to create their own Tuscan memories in this restored 17th-century villa.

    Bramasole grounds

    Why I like Villa Laura:

    The movie and book are based on Frances Mayes’ experience at Bramasole, which means ‘to yearn for the sun.’ It’s something you may never do, as the property fully absorbs every ray of sunlight, whether indoors, or out. Three unique buildings nestle within the property and manicured gardens. The Villa, the Farmhouse, and the Limonaia. There are ten ensuite guest rooms between them.

    Bramasole outdoor dinner Bramasole dining

    The buildings date back to 600AD, and part of the charm of Villa Laura is the history that is sensed as you spend time exploring the grounds. The washed stucco villa, with sage green-painted shutters, changes color from pale yellow to rich gold over the course of the day. Light shifts and unfolds. The stone-walled farmhouse has an outdoor dining area that overlooks miles of the verdant Italian countryside.

    Bramasole pool scene

    USP: Every outdoor path presents one stunning photo opportunity after another. A grand pool, a hot tub, and an organic vegetable garden complete the scene.

    Indoors, guests will find a pool table, games room, and stocked wine cellar. The nearby village of Cortona might be calling, but it will undoubtedly be difficult to answer.

    Best Villa Getaway #1

    Villa Ixfalia, St Barths

    Villa Vibe: Swanky French Riviera

    The overgrown jungle-like entrance of St Barth’s Villa Ixfalia is deceptive. Perhaps, this is intentional—the drama of a velvet curtain opening at showtime. A wooden planked path leads guests through a wide threshold and into a vast, open-air living space.

    Pool at sunset

    Why I like Villa Ixfalia:

    Over twenty rattan lampshades dangle above in varying shapes, sizes, and heights. Yet, as mesmerizing as they may be, chances are you won’t notice them. Your eyes will be instinctively drawn ahead.

    Living room Ixfalia living space

    Cue the panorama. The only thing that lies between you and the Caribbean Sea is a glacial blue infinity pool. Perched several hundred feet in the air, you may feel you are swimming in the sky. Vistas overlooks the beaches of this swanky European-influenced island.

    Beaches views from above

    Rooms are designed in soft earth tones, and with natural textiles, all sea-facing. Some have private outdoor showers, and all have flat-screen Apple TVs and found objects. Bleached animal skulls, driftwood sculptures, and gigantic white shells add to the nature-inspired villa vibe.

    Master bedroom exterior Master bedroom

    The master bedroom’s king-sized bed faces floor-to-ceiling glass doors that open to the pool. One feels miles above the world, both literally and figuratively. A welcomed distance from reality.

    Overview

    USP: The infinity pool and patio have tiers of large, double-wide sun loungers and captivating views of Eden Rock Resort. Guests will find themselves in a constant conundrum—wanting to explore the island but never wanting to leave the villa. With a dedicated butler and French chef on hand, there is virtually no need.

    Cocktails Breakfast view

    Get villa-inspired

    Many of these villas fall firmly in the ‘understated luxury’ category. But there are countless iterations of this vacation to suit different budgets and geographic restraints.

    There are local Airbnbs, far-flung Airbnb Luxe destinations, intimate cabin stays glamping or mountain treehouses. Then, of course, there are luxury hotels that offer private villas and residences. All you need is a bit of inspiration and creativity. A villa vacation can’t come soon enough.

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  • Discover Why Esperanza is the Family Escape You Need

    The resort we chose for spring break, not surprisingly, needed to be family-friendly. There is a difference, however, between family-friendly and completely geared toward kids. Striking that balance is never easy, many places have good intentions but fail. Esperanza, in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, had been recommended to me over the years, so we went for it.

    It managed to combine all the touches that would make my husband and me happy: the gorgeous views, great food, and thoughtful service, as well as all the things our kids would want. When we booked, we had no idea what would happen in the world just a few months later, but we pushed forward and ended up with a (different kind of) trip to remember.


    A Day Like Any Other

    It’s March 11th. The president has just announced that all US nationals must return from Europe. There is panic overseas as Americans scramble to get home within two days. There is panic at airports and at universities where students study abroad. There is panic everywhere, it seems. I panic, too.

    That evening, my husband and I went back and forth about whether we stay home or go away as planned to Mexico. It’s our kid’s spring break, that coveted two-week bridge between winter and spring, cold and hot. We agree—we will go. An hour later, we agree again—we should stay. The next morning, we agree one more time—let’s just go. Rarely are our views so aligned! Yet, it was far from comforting.

    We are aware that this might be our last vacation for a while. We grasp that we are on the cusp of something big. We know our family would benefit from time away, together, and outside of the escalating chaos. We realize that if we go, things will look much different when we return.

    We organize ourselves. We prepare to turn around upon touchdown, or, to stay indefinitely, and pack accordingly. Six bottles of Theraflu, five canisters of disinfectant wipes, and three hand pumps of Purell. Is that enough? Are we really going? What did we agree upon again?

    It’s March 14th. Lift off.

    Touch Down

    When we landed in Cabo San Lucas, we were keenly aware that this vacation would be unlike any other. A telling sign was that our plane, normally booked solid at this time of year, boarded only 30 passengers. Social distancing, a term swiftly creeping into everyday vernacular, was not an issue.

    The days ahead would be inherently more reflective and heavier with the uncertainty of the future. I knew this trip would be inked in my memory, and not for the usual reasons.

    Esperanza at night

    Esperanza

    Often, I write about the overall feel of a destination, the gestalt—to use a theory that would make my art history professor proud. My brain simplifies and organizes ideas in a way that is more user-friendly, and more interesting to read. For instance, describing the way the bedsheets felt, or what combination of spices were in that delicious tortilla soup. How, and if, the resort organically settled into its surroundings. Details that prove to be big and important in the world of inspirational travel. Details that make for pretty sound bites.

    Esperanza, as anyone can see from photos, is a stunning property that sits upon a jagged cliff above the Sea of Cortez. There is much I can say about the beauty, both natural, and man-made, of this Auberge-owned hotel.

    I am going to focus more on the feelings that made our time in Mexico worthwhile, to illustrate the emotive piece of the trip. And, I’m going to write about whales.

    Cocina del Mar restaurant

    Rituals

    The main restaurant at Esperanza, Cocina del Mar, is an aerie—as easily suited to hawks as humans, perched high above a small beach. On the way to breakfast each morning, the kids raced to the circular landing at its entrance to glimpse the daily sand drawing. Along the way, we all tried to guess what it might be—a crab, sailboat, and shell. Why this part of the day became such a highlight amused me. I think the idea of a happy surprise was needed, no matter how small.

    I naturally fell into a daily ritual of my own. First, I ordered a wellness shot of turmeric root, lime juice, pineapple, and ginger. I didn’t actually enjoy its robust taste or its jarring school bus color, but I wistfully imagined its medicinal value could keep a virus at bay.

    Cocina del Mar views

    What’s Newsworthy?

    Next, I read the news, a 15-minute self-imposed maximum, as it made my heart race and my skin heat up. Wasn’t I here partly to escape the news cycle—which was inconsistent, filled with misinformation, and designed to terrify?

    Lastly, I looked at the sea, training my vision for the tell-tale puffs of air that signaled a whale’s presence. Some mornings, they popped through the surface like champagne corks on New Year’s Eve, and other days, they were more elusive. This morning routine settled me, and the whale spotting became another highlight of my day. It gave me restorative moments of calm. By the second breakfast, the waiters knew my order, where I liked to be seated, and had a pair of binoculars on standby.

    During our week at Esperanza, the world outlook became bleaker, the news became direr. I woke up each day, wondering if this was going to be the last, that we would have to pack up and go. I relied upon the whales to ground my spinning thoughts.

    Color and light

    The color palette of Esperanza mimicked the landscape. Pale blue, inky blue, beige, and foamy white—naturally soothing colors. Rolling waves edged up, and then crashed below, the rocky promontory where I sat, showing off as if they were a slo-mo video capture for the latest iPhone commercial. Who knew how deafening the sound of the sea could be until you had all the time in the world to listen?

    The light was so pretty it appeared to stick to the obsidian-textured rocks. Several hundred wet, black crabs moved as one over them, giving the impression that the rocks were fluid, rather than solid. The gestalt theory again, is the principle of ‘common fate’—that our brains will lump together individual things that move in a similar direction as a group, and consider it one stimulus. It’s pretty clear I had too much time alone with my thoughts at this point, isn’t it?

    Beach view with restaurant

    Animal Kingdom

    I watched the cast of crabs (yes, that is the technical term, I just googled it) scuttle as a unit, and immediately felt my blood pressure plummet. Why don’t I watch the Discovery Channel more often, I chided myself. It’s cheaper than therapy! Wildlife viewing—an organic cure-all.

    A pair of iguanas played peek-a-boo around the desert-like boulders near the pool. I gathered they were the resident reptiles, and for many days spied them searching for whales with me.

    Inside bar scene

    Little Kindnesses

    It was clear early on that the resort was overstaffed, having prepared for the normal onslaught of families worldwide to fill their swimming pools, belly up to their bars, and keep the tennis pros on their toes. The resort, a mix of haciendas, suites, villas, and casitas, looked to be at about 40% capacity when we arrived. When we departed, I sensed there were only about 40 guests left.

    Lunch at Esperanza

    Waiters glided about the palm-thatched and open-air restaurants, never forgetting an extra wedge of lime for a beer or the preference for soy milk over cow. This was made only slightly easier to remember by the unfortunate fact that the staff outnumbered the guests. At Esperanza, however, attentive service was par for the course, served daily with warm, engaging smiles.

    I was impressed by the above-and-beyond kindnesses, the silent and unsaid courtesies that were extended to everyone, by everyone, all of the time. It was as if the waiters, pool staff, and groundskeepers all knew that something was changing and that it may be a while before they returned to any sense of normalcy. They were right.

    Dinner views

    Images

    I can’t say we didn’t fully take advantage of the bubble we found ourselves in that week. Our family bonded in a different way than usual. We were very together, a precursor for the weeks of togetherness ahead.

    My son and husband went on a few long desert runs, harassing skittish rabbits along the way. The kids rode waves with local surf instructors. I spent hours coloring with fine-tipped sharpies on the balcony—my current obsession, while the kids made Tik Toks—their current obsession. All of us tore through novels, having brought stacks from home.

    Fisherman by the sea Fisherman by the sea

    The Intrinsic Beauty of Esperanza

    I relished any moment that got me past recurring doomsday thoughts. The lulling beach hammock, the statuesque iguanas, the pool waiters who wore pins that cheerfully cried, ‘Yes way, rosé!’. The serendipitous moment I photographed a fisherman just as he reeled in his catch and the way he proudly held up his prize. The prismatic sunsets each night belied the dark state of the world. Those six nights stretched into forever.

    Entry of Esperanza

    The intrinsic beauty of Esperanza was seen, and felt, inside and out. The 17 acres of lush, well-kept gardens, and grounds, are complete with a lovely koi pond, and interesting kid-centric activities like bocce and life-sized chess. The intimate spa is an oasis within the oasis. The nightly bonfire on the balcony of the main entry—all contributed to that escape from reality we were seeking.

    Beaches in Cabo San Lucas

    Whales

    On the day that would become our last full day in Mexico, we spent a few hours at sea searching for whales. The boat picked us up from the pier, and we leisurely motored past the intsa-ready Arch of Cabo San Lucas. This natural rock formation, teetering on the brink of collapse, is located at the southern tip of the Baja Peninsula. Normally overrun with tourist boats competing for pole position, we nearly had it to ourselves.

    Arch of San Cabos

    Our captain was, not surprisingly, well versed in all things whale and had a keen eye for spotting them, even from incalculable distances.  Yet, as prepared as we were to see what we came for, witnessing the slow-motion corkscrew movement of a breaching whale is nothing short of heart-stopping. Even the biggest grumps in our group (ahem, Chase and Ella) were without words, maybe for the first time. The whales’ powerful and muscular bodies were awesome; their tails slapped the water like pancakes being flipped by a short-order cook.

    Seconds later, as if the universe was trying to tell me, ‘You’ve seen all there is to see here, don’t push your luck.’ a burst of texts from well-meaning friends alerted us of the recent world developments. ‘The US borders are closing’, they wrote — ‘when are you coming back?’

    Our time was up.

    Purple sunset views

    Closure

    We had managed six nights in Cabo San Lucas, and every one of them was a bonus in my eyes. I sat at breakfast, wellness shot in hand, that last morning. If Esperanza does any one thing to perfection, it is dining, where even the indoor seating feels like outdoor seating. And the views were transporting, regardless of the time of day.

    Adult pool

    Throughout the week, I noticed the guests that had canceled their trips by their absence on the neatly spaced pool loungers. (Loungers that would have been annoyingly spoken for by 7am each morning.) I noticed the lack of ambient noise and family chatter in the empty seats of the restaurants. It was a poignant, quiet, self-reflecting spring break. Not exactly what we had in mind when we booked all those months ago, but lovely in many ways, nonetheless.

    My mind filled in those gaps. Another principle of gestalt—is closure. In design, closure refers to how the brain will automatically fill in any missing pieces of an image to create a whole. What missing pieces will I bring back into my life, and what pieces will I purposely leave out when I get home?

    Esperanza will once again fill its pools, bars, and suites. It may be filling up as we speak, as restrictions loosen, and people decide they don’t want to cook, go food shopping, or clean dishes for a few days. The thoughtful, and extremely capable staff, is waiting. So are the whales. I’m hoping that the whales are waiting, too.

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  • On and Off the Beaten Path, in Tokyo

    On and Off the Beaten Path, in Tokyo

    ‘On and Off the Beaten Path, in Tokyo’ is the second in a series of monthly articles I’ll be writing for CIRE Travel. CIRE is a luxury vacation, honeymoon, and corporate travel agency, known for ‘making impossible arrangements possible’. I couldn’t be happier to be a part of a team that is so dedicated to inspiring and organizing travel for their clients.

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    On and Off the Beaten Path, In Tokyo

    ‘IRASSHAIMASE,’ sang the three Japanese saleswomen in unison, all with bright smiles, flawless make-up, and impeccable clothes.

    ‘IRASSHAIMASE,’ we said, smiling back.

    ‘Irasshaimase,’ they sang again, although this time they looked more confused than smiley.

    We later discovered that irasshaimase meant ‘welcome’, and that we were welcoming the saleswomen to their own store. Cue the first of many blunders we were to make during our four-year stint in Tokyo.

    Japanese Wedding

    Fitting in

    Thankfully, the Japanese were, at least outwardly, tolerant of our foreign gaffes, and over time we learned appropriate social greetings and responses in order to get around more easily. Sumimasen (excuse me), became an instant favorite, as well as the ever-useful, arigatou gozaimasu (thank you). The uses of English words by the Japanese are especially clever. Ok-desu was common to hear, which means, ‘It’s ok!’

    Red bridge in Tokyo

    Our time in Tokyo was a gift: a chance to explore another world, travel Southeast Asia, and expose our kids to new cuisines, customs, and cultures; a unique opportunity to play the role of a foreigner, and discover how humbling that can be. I was able to spend enough time there to start to appreciate the differences, and similarities, between the East and West. I had the luxury of full days exploring neighborhoods, parks, and museums, with my kids, as well as solo.

     Meiji gardens

    The Tokyo Top Ten is Worth it

    While I usually like to head to more unexpected and less crowded sites, I found that Tokyo is one of those cities where the top ten are really worth the hype. However, since anyone can Google the top ten things to do in Tokyo, I can offer some alternatives, as seen through the eyes of an American ex-pat in Japan.

    Over our years there, I created a list of favorite spots that were on, and off, the beaten path. My list could have unimaginatively been titled, ‘The Top 11-20 Things to do in Tokyo’. It was a list that I edited and added to as I discovered new and exciting places, which was pretty often. Tokyo is a timeless city—I find myself revisiting the list, and passing it along to friends and colleagues who are planning trips to Japan, even now.

    View of Mt Fuji City View

    52nd Floor, Please

    Tokyo is sprawling, covering a staggering 845 square miles. It’s nearly three times the size of New York City, the one we left behind. Where to start when faced with a city of this size? Perhaps, the top. Tokyo City View, in the Roppongi neighborhood, offers stunning 360-degree views that allowed me to get a sense of the entire metropolis, and every so often, when the weather cooperated, what lies beyond. Pressed up to the squeaky clean, modern, steel-framed floor-to-ceiling windows, I felt like I was hovering above the cityscape, parks, and clouds.

    View of Mt Fuji

    I started to differentiate neighborhoods by landmarks in the distance. The cherry blossoms that grow throughout serene Aoyama Cemetery, the red and orange lights and latticework that make up the Eiffel-inspired Tokyo Tower, and even our apartment building. If I was lucky, a glimpse of the elusive Mt Fuji would reveal itself on a clear day. Whenever guests would visit, Tokyo City View would inevitably be our first stop, and it never failed to impress, no matter how many times I went.

    Cherry blossoms

    Hidden City and other unique sights

    A city of nearly 14 million people, Tokyo is made up of 23 wards, each having its own distinct character and local points of interest. We lived in Minami Azabu, an expat-filled neighborhood that was within walking distance of vibrant and colorful Roppongi.

    Roppongi caters to an eclectic crowd, as it is the epicenter of nightclubs, hostess clubs, and strip clubs, as well as high-end restaurants and bars. I swear I could actually feel a pulse in the air on any given Saturday night, a mixture of foreigners, students, and ex-pats, all funneling into this neon-lit, over-the-top, skyscraper-filled hood.

    In most American cities, shops, and eateries are generally located on the first few floors of a high-rise. In Tokyo, a restaurant, bar, or club could be just about anywhere, even hidden down a long, soulless corridor on the 29th floor of what looked like a generic office building.

    ‘Finding’ the restaurant I was looking for became part of the nightly adventure, whether deep below ground or looming above. What the elevator doors revealed was a constant surprise: like 360-degree city views from a glitzy supper club throbbing with people, or a low-lit underground bar that felt like a jungle in the Amazon.

    Prada Store

    Modern Day Tokyo

    Architecture in Tokyo is defined, in part, by its catastrophic history. Between the Great Kantō earthquake in 1923, and the firebombing during World War Two, a great deal of Tokyo was demolished. To that end, many of the buildings are post-war, unlike in Kyoto, for instance, where one can find more examples of historic homes, buildings, temples, and shrines.

    That said, modern Tokyo architecture is quite remarkable. One of my favorite walks was through the upscale neighborhood, Minami-Aoyama, towards the even more glamorous Omotesandō. Along the way, I would inevitably stop to stare at the imposing and radically bubbled glass exterior of the Prada store.

    Prada Store

    Built in 2003 by Herzog & de Meuron, the Prada Store is a striking piece of contemporary architecture. According to the architects, the design’s intention is “to reshape both the concept and function of shopping, pleasure, and communication, to encourage the meshing of consumption and culture.”’ Isn’t that just a long-winded way of saying that the store is super cool?

    The Prada Store is one of many design marvels in the area. It seems each high-end shop is looking to outdo the other, whether in terms of avant-garde window displays, intricate packaging, or overall design aesthetic.

    Kiddyland, Not Just for Kids

    Omotesandō Street may be lined with luxury flagship stores like Valentino, Chanel, and Givenchy, but the toy and electronics mecca, Kiddyland, will hopefully never lose its pole position on the street. While named Kiddyland, many of the daily shoppers are not kids, at least not by chronological age.

    The store has broad appeal and draws in shoppers like magnets with its moving displays, Japanese gadgets, flashing lights, buzzing noises, and fog machines. I could usually stomach no more than 20 minutes inside, most of which was spent chasing after my surprisingly quick, sensory-overloaded kids.

    Puppy Love

    I had once overheard someone joke that the Japanese had stopped having kids and started having dogs. The proof is in the excessive number of dog-related and inspired boutiques scattered throughout the city.  While window-shopping sometimes, my excitement would often escalate, and then fade, as I realized that the clothes on display weren’t for kids, but for dogs. It was true that most of the Japanese dogs were dressed better than my own kids.

    I’d see well-put-together Japanese women wearing their tiny dogs, often nestled neatly into a Chanel handbag, the way I might wear a gold bangle. Dog as an accessory. Even more intriguing is the plethora of dog nail and hair salons. Tokyo—a good place to be a pooch.

    Geisha

    Harajuku-Style, as unique as it gets in tokyo

    Quirky shops are in abundance in Tokyo, but when I wanted to get a real insight into what was trending among the Japanese youth, I went directly to Takeshita Street in Harajuku. An array of Japanese street-style stores litter the pedestrian-only walkways. Shops vary from vintage clothes, to cosplay, to cheap makeup, and crêperies. Above and beyond the curve, and often a thrilling exhibition around each corner, Harajuku is modern-day theater.

    Infamously catapulting them to the pop stage, Gwen Stefani used Harajuku girls dressed in sexy schoolgirl uniforms as backup dancers for her 2004 tour. There was a frenzy of backlash against Ms. Stefani at the time, accusing her of exploitation. Nevertheless, Harajuku remains a hotbed of youth culture and style. Where Goth meets Hello Kitty, and the rainbow afro meets the dainty school girl. An explosion of color, creativity, and cultism.

    Basement Level Lunch

    As unappetizing as it sounds to eat in the basement of a department store, it is just this kind of unexpected surprise that makes Tokyo all the more fascinating. Food halls, or depachika, are located in the basement levels of large, often upscale department stores, and offer, aside from food, unique insights into Japanese customs and culture.

    I was amazed, but not surprised, to learn that the average depachika sells nearly 30,000 items. Walking around the subterranean stalls and kiosks, it was easy to be mesmerized by the sheer number of over-the-top displays, which sell everything from bento boxes to Iberico pork, decadent caviar to delicate confectionaries, and mochi to matcha.

    Flower design

    The markets sell both traditional and non-traditional foods, all packaged with cutting-edge designs and exquisite typography. I was particularly blown away by the flowers—each arrangement, to me, a precious piece of artwork that begged to be photographed. Having come to travel writing after a career in graphic communications, I was in constant awe of Japanese design.

    Enchanted, in the city

    Rocks, sand, and gravel are as essential to a Japanese garden as flowers, plants, and trees. It was impossible to tire of the different gardens and parks nestled within the cityscape. Time and again, however, our family ended up at unpretentious Happo-en, a garden located close to our apartment in Minato-ku.

    Happo-en park

    Happo-en means ‘beautiful from all angles’, and indeed, it was. Originally built in the 17th century, when Tokyo was called Edo, it is a jewel box of a garden. Happo-en is comprised of a rollicking stream, a pond overflowing with bright orange koi fish, meandering stone paths, and a simple tea house, among other treasures. Often, we were some of the only visitors there, and our kids ran freely, hopping over rocks and taunting the koi.

    A highlight of Happo-en is its magnificent display of bonsai trees, most around 100 years old, and one particular specimen dating back more than 500 years. If I kept my gaze low and ignored the skyscrapers on the outskirts of the garden, I could almost imagine I was living back in the 1600s. A bucolic spot tucked away in the busy city.

    Don’t call it a museum

    Even though I have a background in art, I’ll admit that I am not much of a museum-goer. I’d rather sit at an outdoor cafe for a few hours to absorb the culture of a city, rather than be cooped up indoors looking at art on walls.

    The Nezu Institute is not an ordinary museum. It possesses a unique combination of all there is to love about a traditional museum; fine artwork, cultural artifacts, and sculpture, but then creatively utilize the outdoors as artwork, as well. The combination of glass, concrete, and natural elements, such as bamboo, pebbles, and stone, creates an enchanted oasis that is virtually hidden in the neighborhood of Aoyama. The gardens became yet another exhibit within its vast collection, both endlessly tranquil and expressive.

    Nezu Institute

    The entryway to the museum is thoughtfully designed—a 50-meter-long walkway, with a pebble and bamboo-lined thicket on one side, and a soothing row of cut bamboo on the other. Tiny dots of light radiate from recesses in the ground. Thus, your slow journey into Nezu starts with an imposed pause—a chance to decompress from the bustle before formally entering the museum grounds.

    The indoor, traditional part of the museum, is known to house one of the most important private collections of Asia’s pre-modern art. With close to 7,000 pieces, including scrolls, textiles, paintings, and calligraphy, it could take the better part of a day to view.

    I chose to spend most of my time outside. The overly lush gardens, along with a tea house and a hidden pond, are worth a quiet stroll. I would often go solo, with my camera, of course, each season prettier and more photographic than the last. Undoubtedly, autumn was my favorite time of year to visit, when the colors of the Japanese maple leaves, momi-ji, would turn from green to red, to rust over the course of the season. Calling Nezu an oasis in the city’s center would be to completely understate it.

    Top Temple

    Although no doubt on every top ten list, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention my favorite temple to visit in Tokyo. In busy Asakusa sits Sensō-ji, in many ways looking like a fish out of water among the post-war buildings, flat rooftops, and skyscrapers. A Buddhist temple, Sensō-ji was bombed during World War Two and then later rebuilt as a ‘symbol of rebirth and peace.’ Touchingly, in the temple’s courtyard lives a tree that has regrown within the husk of a previously bombed one.

    Senso-ji

    Sensō-ji Temple is dazzling, with its rich red and gold color palette, imposing gates, and larger-than-life, five-story pagoda. Incense lingered in the air as I wandered. I was fascinated by the opulence, the golden statues, and the intricately painted woodwork. At Nakamise, a famous shopping street alongside the temple, I would collect souvenirs like yukata (a traditional Japanese robe), or snack on an onigiri (rice cake), as I roamed. A trip to Sensō-ji was a highlight for every friend or relative I brought there.

    Sayonara

    They say all good things must end. So it was with sincere reluctance that we packed up our lives, and moved back to the States. As I remember back to that time in Tokyo, I am reminded of another gaffe, this one by my husband, who would walk into his office after a business trip and announce ‘oshibori!’ with gusto, beaming with pride at his command of the language.

    I’m not sure for how long the office let him keep this up. I picture all of the giggles and grins from his Japanese co-workers. Daniel was repeatedly, and emphatically, announcing ‘hot towel!’ upon returning to the office, rather than his intended, ‘hisahsiburi!’ which means ‘long time, no see.’ Until we meet again, Tokyo. Sayonara.

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  • Reykjavík, Iceland: ‘Should I go to the Blue Lagoon?’

    Reykjavík, Iceland: ‘Should I go to the Blue Lagoon?’

    The first question anyone would ask when I spoke of our upcoming trip to Reykjavík, Iceland was: ‘Are you going to the Blue Lagoon?’

    It would lead one to think that it is the only place worth seeing in the entire country. The Blue Lagoon had not originally been on our hit list, as I thought it would be overcrowded and gimmicky. As it turned out, we ended up arranging it at the last minute, just 12 hours before boarding our flight home to DC.

    ‘Was it worth the hype?’, everyone asked later.

    Colorful buildings

    Reykjavík, Iceland: Capital charm

    Let me back up a few large, Icelandic, steps. Reykjavík, the funky, charming capital city of Iceland (and about 30 miles away from the Blue Lagoon, as is worth noting), was not our ultimate destination. We were headed north, via another flight, to Deplar Farm for a week on the Troll Peninsula.

    We decided to spend two nights on the back end of our trip to get under the surface of ‘the world’s northernmost capital city.’ Reykjavík, Iceland is a small city, such that it can be explored in just a few days. But exploring, and genuinely getting under the surface are two different things, and I would have loved a little more time given the chance.

    Chip shop

    Reykjavík, Iceland: Small-town vibes

    Reykjavík has the appeal of a small town, with its cluster of trendy and interesting neighborhoods. It felt like a movie set, with a lively cast of characters milling about. Colorful, pitched rooftops, edgy mural-covered storefronts, and brightly painted houses provided an endless visual panorama as we roamed around.

    This is a city that is certainly not afraid to express itself, and what it lacked in size, it made up for in energy. Locals passed one another with a wave or a smile, everyone seemed to know each other. With a population of only about 128,000, perhaps they did.

    Reykjavík, Iceland: The Alda

    City trips tend to overwhelm me, even though I have lived in big cities my entire adult life. I am often racing to get out of the city and into the countryside when on vacation. Reykjavík, Iceland defied this anti-city mentality, and I found myself daydreaming about living there.

    Street view

    Given we only had two days, we chose a hotel from which we could access the main sights on foot. This turned out to be just about every hotel in Reykjavík. The Alda Hotel is on Laugavegur, the main shopping street. Boutique in style and size, the Alda was simple and modern and had views of the rooftops across the low-lying city. Each room provided guests with a complimentary Android phone to be used throughout their stay, which was a nice touch.

    Barber

    Reykjavík, Iceland: Three Barbers

    My favorite part of the hotel, by far, was the on-demand barber shop that faced the street and could also be accessed through the lobby. Situated next to Alda’s bar/restaurant, you are welcome to have a beer or cocktail while getting cut and shaved. The Barber website sums it up well, “three guys with a passion for cutting hair, shaving beards, and partying.” Quite a mission statement. The retro red and white frosted glass and old-fashioned barber chairs were insta-ready. Large street-facing windows gave passers-by a chance to watch the barbers in action. Another mini-movie set in this mini-city.

    Apparently, these partying barbers have won ‘Best Barber in Reykjavík’ twice. I signed up my son for his back-to-school haircut (via text-only, so as to only minimally disrupt the party, I imagined), whether he wanted it or not. No joke, it was the best cut he’d ever had, and I wondered how I could get him back there every six weeks.

    Coffee house

    Reykjavík, Iceland: City Essentials

    Every city should have a strong caffeine game, in my opinion. This is because there is nothing I enjoy more than sitting at an outdoor cafe with a cappuccino, watching the world go by. I especially love this in a foreign city, where I get to charge up and absorb the culture at the same time.

    Cue Reykjavík Roasters, a hipster coffee joint if there ever was one. The design ethos is ‘great-grandma’s house chic’. With mismatched, upholstered furniture, vintage coffee accessories, and an old turntable with oldies to turn, Reykjavík Roasters, is ever-so-slightly full of itself. However, the coffee is really, really good, so I guess they can get away with it.

    Their coffee is meticulously sourced from Central and South America, Kenya, and Ethiopia. The cherry on top (or perhaps I should say, the crema on the espresso), is that one of their locations is just a few steps away from the most divine pastries I’ve ever tasted.

    Pastry shop

    Reykjavík, Iceland: Braud & Co.

    I was told that if I didn’t arrive early enough, I could miss out on the melt-in-your-mouth cinnamon buns from Braud & Co., the uber-popular Reykjavík pastry shop. I took this as a personal challenge, and despite the fact that I don’t even eat cinnamon buns, it became an immediate priority.

    I couldn’t pronounce most of the items on display; kanilbollur, Bláberja & Lakkrís, Danskt súrdeigsrúgbrauð, and Rabbarbarastykki, Brunsviger, prove my point. So I did what any desperate sweet tooth (or greedy four-year-old) would do and just pointed to everything I wanted. We paid, took our treasures and coffees up the street, and sat outside to feast.

    Pastries

    It is just as well that I don’t make a living as a food blogger, as I am usually about halfway through any meal before I remember to snap a pic. That said, even a half-eaten rabbarbarastykki from Braud & Co. looked heavenly.

    Reykjavík, Iceland: Eat, walk, eat, repeat

    I’ve always had a soft spot for a good food hall. Borough Market, in London; Union Market, in Washington DC; and the Shibuya Food Hall, in Tokyo are a few notable faves. I love being able to sample lots of flavors and unusual cuisines in one handy place.

    Reykjavík has a surprising number of food halls. At the recommendation of one of our fearless guides from Deplar Farm, we headed towards Grandi Mathöll, aka old harbor, passing fishing vessels hauling in the daily catch. The day was brisk but sunny. A row of warehouses lined the marina, which is where we finally found Grandi Mathöll, the cavernous, savory-scented food hall.

    Rustic-chic picnic tables filled the space. Transitional square paneled floor-to-ceiling windows let in oodles of natural light and offered sweeping maritime views. Was I in the mood for kimchi, Icelandic lamb, or Cuban jalapeño poppers? Maybe pizza with a ketonic crust, or deep-fried fish and chips? Grandi Mathöll kicked each of our individual tastebuds into overdrive.

    Gastro Truck

    Gastro-what?

    Be that as it may, my husband and I had one thing on our minds, the crispy, spicy, chicken burger from the mobile Gastro Truck. Another instagrammable moment, The Gastro Truck had a cool, matte black finish with unique wooden details. It prides itself on the idea of elevated street food. Whatever they want to call it, it was worth every crispy, spicy calorie.

    Murals

    Reykjavík, Iceland: Wandering

    In August, the sun didn’t set until almost 11pm, which elongated our outdoor wanderings and allowed us to sleep late each morning. There was never a need to rush (cinnamon buns aside) and our two days felt especially leisurely.

    We ducked in and out of boutiques, the interiors just as interesting and decorative as the exteriors, due to the wealth of intricate murals, and richly-colored painted shops.

    Progressive Reykjavík, Iceland

    According to the Social Progress Index, Iceland is one of the most socially progressive countries in the world. It also blazes a fiery trail in gender equality, and has been cited by The Guardian as, ‘one of the best places in the world to be a woman.’ This all adds up to an open-minded, laid-back, and refreshingly forward-thinking culture.

    red building

    All along the main and back streets of the city were hidden gems; restaurants, bars, homeware, and design shops, and art galleries. Every so often, we’d pass a tourist kiosk that promoted various adventures easily accessed from Reykjavík. Having just spent an adrenaline-induced week of adventure on the Troll Peninsula, we opted to stay in town.

    Above the city

    Off the ground

    Keen to see the country from a different angle, I stopped at one of the kiosks in search of a possible helicopter excursion. It took less than five minutes to organize a 90-minute helicopter ride for the following day. My husband and son politely opted out, which left my fearless daughter and I to catch a glimpse of Iceland from above.

    Reykjavík, Iceland: Wheels up

    The next morning, a driver from Reykjavík Helicopters arrived at the hotel entrance and drove us ten minutes to the tiny Reykjavík Domestic Airport. Within minutes of arriving, we were wheels up with Thor, the pilot with whom we would put our trust for the next few hours.

    Experienced and knowledgable, Thor confidently swept us north, away from the city, over majestic waterfalls, and then eventually to a massive glacier.

    Waterfall

    At 640ft, Glymur holds the title of the tallest waterfall in Iceland. Glymur’s gangly shape looked like a long, towering trickle from overhead. Thor circled to get a closer peek, and my stomach lurched as we dipped directly over the top of the waterfall. My daughter was in her element, thrilled yet relaxed, a huge smile across her face. Mother/daughter bonding at its best.

    Thor had told us there was no guarantee we would be able to land on Langjökull Glacier “long glacier”, as it was weather permitting. While it was cloudy and overcast in the city, by the time we got to the glacier, blue skies prevailed. Thor prepared to descend.

    Glacier landing

    Reykjavík, Iceland: Glacial landing

    I stepped out of the helicopter as if I was Neil Armstrong landing on the moon, each step tentative, my eyes wide in awe. Arctic nothingness in every direction. Langjökull glacier, at 30 miles long, is the second largest ice cap in Iceland. And at 1,900 ft thick, I had little fear of falling through the ice. But, we stayed close to the helicopter, as instructed, taking a few selfies and videos as proof of this magical tableau in the clouds. 

    There are at least two active volcanic systems beneath Langjökull, and we saw one caldera, called Hveravellir, in the distance. The silence was deafening and ethereal. The air was completely still. My daughter and I savored the vistas until Thor said it was time to go.

    On the way back to the airport, we straddled North America and Europe from above, observing the continental drift between them. The rift of the tectonic plates was clearly visible from the air.

    The largest natural lake in Iceland came into view, glassy and reflective, as we ended the tour. We reluctantly said goodbye to Thor, both thinking he had the coolest job in the world.

    Reykjavík, Iceland: The Adventure capital

    Extreme adventure opportunities in Iceland are endless. With 10,000 waterfalls, 125 volcanoes, and 269 known glaciers, one could spend a lifetime exploring the natural elements alone. The land of fire and ice is no joke.

    Glacier

    Yet, there is a time for adventure and a time to chill (no pun intended). With that said, I’ll go back to the Blue Lagoon, was it worth the hype?

    As I mentioned earlier, the Blue Lagoon was not part of our itinerary. Only when I serendipitously discovered A.) it was halfway to the airport from our hotel, B.) our flight wasn’t until 6pm, and C.) the overpopulated lagoon had a separate, more private area, called The Retreat, did I pick up the phone and book.

    The Blue Lagoon, or Disney?

    Calling the Blue Lagoon a tourist trap is the ultimate understatement. According to Lonely Planet Guidebooks, the Blue Lagoon is the Disneyland of hot springs. It is unclear whether the writer thought that was a good thing or a bad thing. I know what I thought.

    Blue Lagoon

    The area where the Blue Lagoon was built is a UNESCO Global Geopark, which sounds quite industrial. I imagine the bold and daring juxtaposition of the natural and the man-made defines its intrigue and captivates so many tourists each year.

    Blue Lagoon

    Reykjavík, Iceland: The Retreat

    The addition of The Retreat Hotel was finished in 2014. With its own entrance, spa, restaurant, and lagoons, we had the experience of the geothermal spa without the crowds. Basalt, the architecture firm that built it, cleverly incorporated natural elements, (wood and lava) with raw concrete to design a low-impact and modern structure that maximized the unique landscape, and complimented its natural beauty.

    Blue Lagoon

    There was a viewing deck to look out over the main lagoon, and visually it was quite spectacular. A masse of people waded around the pools with the industrial geothermal plant smoking in the distance. The entire adventure was so unique, I would be hard-pressed to tell anyone to skip it, as we nearly did.

    The area surrounding the Blue Lagoon was unlike any of the other places we visited in Iceland. Low, lava-crusted fields seemed to sprawl out for miles. The color of the milky blue water against the porous black lava was extraordinary and added to the otherworldly aura.

    Blue Lagoon

    At The Retreat, different levels of warm pools snaked around bridges and pathways. The soft mud that forms at the base of the pools is created by the high silica content, which gives it the iconic turquoise color. Unfortunately, photos at The Retreat are forbidden, but I took my fair share from the viewing deck into the main lagoon to capture the scene.

    The water temps hovered around 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and the combination of sulfur, silica, salt, and algae, felt soothing to the touch. I think I now know why slime was so popular with my kids. Having the lagoons pretty much to ourselves, it again felt like a movie set, although this time an alien sci-fi genre.

    The geothermal waters are supposedly beneficial for the skin, and we spent four hours pre-flight, in and out of the water, applying various mask treatments to ourselves while in the dark, subterranean spa. There were meditation rooms and swinging basket chairs to curl up with a book. Our kids got lost for a while, but thankfully we found them in time to head to the airport.

    Hype? believe it.

    It was only a 4 1/2-hour flight home, but it felt like we had come from another planet. As I write this post, it’s nearly December. The daylight in Reykjavík is as limited now as it was in excess in August (sunrise: 10:29am, sunset: 3:58pm). A mere 5 1/2 hours of light, and lessening each day. Winter—an entirely different way to experience Iceland. Northern Lights? I’m all in!

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