Antarctica calls

She allows no one to touch her. No, she touches them. . . . They search for the connection, the invisible line. For years they drift, roving and exploring, feeding and preying on other beauties. So many delectable feasts for the eyes to undress, the tongue to taste, the body to take in panting thrusts to their peaks. They tick them off, put notches in their belts as she lets them wander, and just when they think they’re free, she’ll pull the line.

One-word resolutions for the broke and grounded traveler

As travelers, we need a direction. I'm constantly dreaming of where to turn when I can. Save cash to go north with a parka? Eastward from JFK with a leather journal and a quest to discover my favorite Parisian bridge? What's just as important as a destination to a traveler's soul though, is the ability to look inward for … Continue reading One-word resolutions for the broke and grounded traveler