I am watching the season finale of "Downton Abbey" when my Mom calls to say that she wants to go on a Danube river cruise. Of course she does. It's Pavlovian, the Viking Cruises ad runs before each episode and the bells ring for the servants to attend to the aristocrats of the manor.
Starting today, I will present you a lifetime adventure and another kind of holiday for those who love to discover new lands, nature, secluded villages, history, culture, amazing people, great food, art and entertainment, sea, mountains, cities, architecture, music and fashion, old churches and secret destinations of the world.
For America to earn its reputation as the home of the free, we Americans have some collective thinking to do. Thinking that might be better done abroad where the seeds of our freedom first germinated in the hearts of forebears.
In 2010, in Hungary, a reservoir wall containing the industrial sludge pond of an alumina plant collapsed and more than a million cubic meters of toxic red mud swept across the countryside, through several villages, and into the rivers feeding the Danube. Accidents happen. But this was not a complete surprise.
Trips along Europe's great waterways are in higher demand than ever; thanks to their relaxed pace, customizable activities, and itineraries which mix culture, history, cuisine, and nature.
All the books about the resiliency of a city's people pale compared to hiking the desolate mountains their ancestors crossed centuries before.
On Saturday I discovered the Pest side of the River Danube, wandering along streets following a map Will had drawn for me
"We do harm to those who harm us," she said. "They want to take the country out of this crisis using us? They should get
The New York Times reports: One of the things I learned this summer is that if I were to walk across the street and destroy
Ex-pats have the guts to try something new. They create a life out of nothing. They're experimental. They've seen life from enough different perspectives that they know there's more than one way to skin a cat.
We run back to town, and as we hurry back to the safety of our riverboat I realize I am shaking. And I still remember those fearful few minutes whenever I hear an unseen dog bark.