There are many reasons to visit Ohio’s Lake Erie area during the warmer months. Areas like Kelleys Island, Put-in-Bay (or South Bass Island), and Middle Bass Island are just a few of the top reasons why visitors flock to the area every summer, making this one of the most popular destinations for warm weather travel.
But, what about the winter? Granted, many of the beach areas are closed for the season. Spots that would normally be bustling in the middle of July seem quiet and sleepy in the dead of winter, when temperatures can easily go below zero and snowstorms are a regular occurrence.
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This February 26-28, 2015, I will be in Los Angeles attending the first ever We All Grow Summit by Latina Bloggers Connect.
Los Cabos – Beauty, Warmth and Fun at Hacienda Encantada
I don’t live that far from Mexico – a few hours’ drive and I could be over the California border. During the last few years we’ve heard all sorts of terrible things happening to our neighbor country. Between the violence and devastating Hurricane Odile, it just hasn’t been on the top of my list to visit. And that’s a shame really. Mexico has given me much joy for many, many years – from cheap party weekends in college, communing with wildlife while camping along Baja, surfing trips on the Sea of Cortez, to romantic getaways in its resorts. That’s a lot of joy.
People often ask me what my favorite travel destination is. It’s a toss-up between Scotland and Ireland. But between the two, I have to say that Dublin, Ireland was one of the most romantic trips I have ever taken with my husband.
As I write this the chilly wind keeps forcing the frozen branches outside to slap against my window pane. My house is warm but I can’t help but feel a slight chill come over me. “It’s freakin’ cold outside,” I think as I grab a warm cup of tea, in the hopes that it will make me forget.
Oh, to be back in Mexico, on the beaches of Playa del Carmen, taking in the rays and drinking a Negra Modelo.
Another storm hits the East Coast. This time it came with rain for a nice icy, chilly feel. Everything, from cars to trees to phone lines and electric cables are covered in ice.
I sit in my warm home sighing with relief that at least it didn’t cause a black out – or maybe I speak too soon.
This year has already been intense, and it’s only been month one.
I am pretty happy, I have to say. New house, some really exciting trips coming up, preparing for a kid in college, and really wonderful and rewarding partnerships. But I started the year stressed over many of those thing as well and was hit hard by the flu (managed to close on a house and move into it with said flu), and was beginning to feel like maybe I had pushed myself a little too hard.
When Canyon Ranch Resort and Spa in Lenox, MA invited me to spend a weekend with them (full disclosure) and check our their resort and amenities, I wasn’t sure if I could. Physically, I felt exhausted and weak, and emotionally, I felt overwhelmed and vulnerable.
We have lived in our cool New Jersey town for 3.5 years now. The move from New York seemed bittersweet at first, though sweeter as we looked forward to settling down in a place that offered more room, more serenity, and a new scene. NYC is only a 30 minute train ride, but it feels like a world away, in the good sense, and we have enjoyed living the best of both worlds.
The years flew by. I almost can’t believe it. If you have followed me all along you might even agree that it feels like only yesterday.
The Love Boat. If you say those words to anyone over the age of 35, more than likely they’ll belt the tune from the hit TV show right back atcha. Of course, only one line. Does anyone really know the rest of the song?
It was early Sunday morning, and my last few hours in Athens. I made my way out of the hotel and to the metro to catch a glimpse of what everyone, visitor and local, had said I had to make sure to see before I left: the Parthenon.
In an effort to avoid the tour crowds that tend to take over the area later in the morning, I made sure to be the first one there. The climb up the hill was a peaceful one as I walked past the Acropolis museum and bookstore, past the Odeon of Herodes Atticus, and up the stone stairs to the temple of Athena.