Patagonia is a place of soaring beauty and soul-healing expansiveness. Nothing can prepare you for the reality of experiencing it in person. The only thing you can do in such a sacred place is surrender. And so I did....
After four decades as a travel writer and editor, Don George finally visits Chile for the first time — and discovers the wonders of Chilean wine country....
I have been roaming the wide world for more than four decades, first as a student and then as a travel writer, and each trip has underscored the validity and power of a simple truth...
It’s cherry blossom time in Japan, that singular season when the blossoms burst into pink-petaled splendor...
The rock garden at Ryoanji Temple in Kyoto is one of my favorite places in Japan and one of the most sacred places on the planet for me. In its sere simplicity, its stark purity, it’s a place that slows me down, quiets me, leads...
I have seen the future, and it looks like a bridge. In fact, it is a bridge, the very structure I am admiring right now: the Stari Most, or Old Bridge, in the Old Town of Mostar, in Bosnia-Herzegovina, which spans the Neretva River and...
England is full of idyllic areas for hiking and biking, including the Lake District and the Cotswolds. I’ve just returned from one of the most rewarding of these regions, the Salisbury Plain, located in the verdant southwest, about three hours by car from London. ...
Northern California’s spring-like weather whetted my wanderlust last week, and I found myself rummaging through wine-spattered, curry-stained journals to relive some heady adventures past. In that quest I came across the following remembrance of the Hindu monument of Pambranan, on the Indonesian island of Java;...
The greatest gift of my undergraduate education was a truth I discovered one sunny June morning shortly after graduation. I had gone to Paris on a three-month internship arranged by the Princeton Summer Work Abroad Program. As I would do every morning, I took the...
On a journey in Italy three Aprils ago, I took a train from Venice to Verona. As the suburbs trailed away, we moved into exquisite countryside of green rolling hills, terracotta-roofed houses, and spiring green cypress trees. At one point...