by Andrea Duty
In Amsterdam, a visitor quickly grows accustomed to the winding canals, the throngs of bikes, the inevitable coffee shops loaded with tourists…and lekker—a word so ...
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by Mary Stanley
In January 2006, I attended SIGEP (Salone Internazionale Gelateria Pasticceria e Panificazione Artigianali) in Rimini, Italy. This is arguably the premiere international fair for all ...
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by Kat Fatland
For food lovers like myself, Penang is a heaven on Earth, a prandial theme park. It took me approximately three meals after my arrival here to acknowledge, quietly and to myself at ...
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A sculpture dedicated to pilgrims tops Alto del Perdón on the Camino de Santiago.
by Vivé Griffith
It took two women to carry the paella pan across the plaza. In Rabé de las ...
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by Shannon Kintner
Even in winter, when street lamps replace daylight earlier and earlier and overcast weather mutes the senses, Lima, Peru, bursts with swirling colors, sounds and smells. Despite ...
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by Andrea Duty
The tradition of the London pub is as old and storied as the city itself. Bars of all kinds have been the capital’s social hub since the days of Roman rule—shape-shifting ...
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by Claudia Harding
We landed in Mérida, Mexico, on a muggy October evening, almost a week before Día de los Muertos (known locally as Hanal Pixan) and just months after we’d lost ...
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by Whitney Arostegui
Time is a tricky thing in Cuba. It reveals itself to be untrustworthy, able to speed up or slow down on its own whims. Without working cell phones or easily accessible Internet, ...
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by Wes Marshall
We’ve imagined being here for most of our adult lives, but even our dreams understate the reality. The mass of humanity is breathtaking and the senses stagger. Neon-hued saris ...
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by Logan Cooper
The dog was one ugly son of a bitch. I was crouched by a vine-slung banyan tree watching the thing’s massive chest heave in and out. Water dripped from the canopy, leaving ...
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