Spring training is a special experience, and it's not just about baseball. Sure, it helps if you like the sport, but between food, atmosphere and nearby attractions, there is something for everyone when 15 Major League Baseball teams call Florida home.
Young adults gathered outside the large front windows of the opulent Hotel Parque Central, in the cultural core of Old Havana. Many wore designer jeans. They raised their arms high. For a moment, I thought they were holding lit matches, rock-concert style. Then I moved close to see what glowed in their hands.
There's a Spanish proverb that goes, "How wonderful to do nothing, and then rest." It's found printed on T-shirts at Ernie's Bar, a humble beach shack on Anguilla's Shoal Bay, a stretch of powder white sand and endless turquoise-teal water, once named the No. 1 beach in the world by Travel Channel. It's a sentiment that's easy to settle into on this Caribbean island of 35 square miles with a population of 15,000. A British territory and northernmost of the Leeward Islands, Anguilla's a mere three-hour flight from Miami and then 20-minute ferry from St. Martin/St. Maarten.
Gotta love a town that supposedly earned its name in an 1850s bar fight - something about likening the brawl to the British siege of the seaport of Sevastopol during the Crimean War. Clearly, folks were up on global events back then, despite no broadband service.
More than five months after Hurricane Odile, most Los Cabos, Mexico, lodgings are up and running. But some are still closed for repairs and renovation. Here is a sample of 10 closed hotels with their tentative reopening dates and per-night rates (which are subject to change).
Question: My credit union was the first of my credit card companies to send me the new chip and PIN card. It's not that I don't trust technology, but I'd like to test the card before I leave for Europe, and I haven't yet found a store that has installed the new scanners. How do I know it will work?
High noon at Badwater basin, and here I am wearing a light fleece coat and cursing it because, well, it's not my high-end, breathable Gore-Tex rain jacket, hanging uselessly back home in the hallway closet.
You congenital high-brows who believe Death Valley is as parched culturally as it is meteorologically really need to get off your high horse and into your SUV and hightail it to this one-pump-of-the-brake-pedal town at the crossroads of highways 190 and 127, where high lonesome meets low desert.