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St. Lucia in the Caribbean: Home of “Cow Heel” Soup!

Monday, March 2nd, 2009
Lewis, our terrific taxi driver on St. Lucia, shows off his chicken coop.

Lewis, our terrific taxi driver on St. Lucia, shows off his chicken coop.

St. Lucia lies in about the middle of the arched string of Caribbean islands located between the Dominican Republic and South America. It’s one of the prettiest islands to tour, and, as far as I know, it’s the only place you can chow down on “cow heel” soup. And the only place I have ever been where your cabbie will take you to his house.

Devil’s Island, French Guiana – A Must-See Destination!

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

Deserted Old-timers on Devil’s Island, French Guyana

Devil’s Island was made famous in the movie starring Dustin Hoffman and Steve McQueen: “Papillon.” But the Devil’s Island that tourists are welcomed on today is not the island associated with the unfortunate French prisoner, Papillon (Henri Charriere).


Desperately need an escape? But can’t afford one? Try your own backyard!

Monday, April 28th, 2008

Photo by Sheree Zielke

“Why do you have to travel so much?” he asked.

“Why do you have to breathe?” I shot back.

For some, travel is an addiction to adventure; for others, travel is a way to survive, in the same way that breathing oxygen ensures our continued existence. The knowledge that an escape has been planned can make our daily routines — our weekly drudgery — that much easier to bear.

But what if you can’t afford to travel? That might be, but that shouldn’t stop you from having a rejuvenating adventure. Some of the best escapes are right in your own backyard. But like all travel, they’ll take a little planning.

Read on . . .


Snakes, cemeteries, the Mexican border: Day of adventure on the Old Military Highway, Texas

Friday, April 18th, 2008

Grave Statue on Old Military Highway in Texas

“Oh, look a snake!”

The urgency in my husband’s voice was alarming.  We had just been warned by a local Texan to watch out for snakes inhabiting the bushes.  And sure enough, in one of the older, more deserted, most appealing graveyards, just outside of Brownsville, along Highway 281, a snake crossed our paths.

Read on. . .