Author: Kristin Winet
The first thing I notice is that Juan Wayne, the resident tortoise, is missing. There’s a sign propped up next to the guestbook in the shared kitchen describing his …
This was not the scene I imagined unfolding my first time in the Las Vegas airport. Whenever I pictured my my first time in Las Vegas, I imagined one …
When I think about the Southwest, where I lived for eight years, I think of a few things: warm flour tortillas, soaring mountains, and javelinas (they’re peccaries, not pigs!). …
Over the years, I’ve done my fair share of travels, and I’ve met a lot of coffee drinkers. This means I’m no stranger to the stereotypes about coffee-drinking Americans. …
When I moved to Central Florida three years ago, I couldn’t have told you that I’d meet a psychic in a town overrun with psychics, drive by a theme …
Sometime last year, my husband and I started going to breweries after we found out we were expecting. It’s not as weird as it sounds–breweries are like the less-caffeinated …
On our last day at sea, a thought occurred to me. It didn’t come suddenly, like a tumble of rocks falling down a mountain all at once, and it …
Legend has it: Deep inside the dungeon of a pirate captain’s 18th century mansion in Nassau, Bahamas, there is a bottle of what is rumored to be the oldest drinkable bottle of wine in …
Two things about this post: For most of my life, I never imagined that I would be going on a babymoon. Me? A mother? And a babymoon? Until recently, …
If you’ve ever met me before, you probably know the typical set-up in my bedroom before a trip: a pile of clothes spread out on the floor, random pairs …
At first glance, it’s a little misleading. If you go in the late wintertime, the water might look just a little bit murky. The air might be a little …
The first time I had a beignet is probably, for many people, they first time they’ve ever had a beignet–in New Orleans. I ate my first one (and second …
