Following the trail of Hemingway in Cuba

That Roly, owner of the casa particular where I’m staying in Old Havana, speaks only three words of English could be problematic. My Spanish is mucho bad and my husband’s no better. And yet, we get along just fine. Perhaps it is because two of the three words Roly knows are daiquiri and mojito—and, really,Continue reading “Following the trail of Hemingway in Cuba”

Vive L’Acadie!

Acadia has the ingredients of a bona fide country. National flag? Check. National anthem? Check. National holiday? Yup, August 15. National pride? Oh my goodness yes. And yet, you won’t find Acadia on any map. That’s because, despite a rich history reaching back to the 1600s, when French settlers put down roots on the AtlanticContinue reading “Vive L’Acadie!”

Marilyn Monroe in Whistler Blackcomb: skiing, zipping, indulging

My husband wants me to be Marilyn Monroe. No, not for the obvious reason — I’m already blonde and, well, sort of voluptuous. It’s the attitude he’s after. “Ever notice that ‘what the hell’ is always the right decision?” the legendary Monroe is quoted as once saying. And so my husband Kent hopes I’ll copContinue reading “Marilyn Monroe in Whistler Blackcomb: skiing, zipping, indulging”