Europe

    By Gerrie Summers All photographs credit Boucher-Harris Photography At the Sarajevo airport, I walked up to the customs agent and handed her my passport.  She looked at it and then looked at me.  “Why are you here?”  It’s not an unusual question.  I’ve heard numerous variations of this

By Monique Burns Virtually everyone dreams of seeing the Northern Lights—and I was no exception.  I could have traveled from my home in Rockport, just north of Boston, to eastern Canada or even Alaska.  But it wasn’t just a light show I was after.  I wanted to immerse myself in

VBT Bicycling and Walking Vacations uses cycling as a way to reach Croatian culture

Story & photos By Julie Maris/Semel Yodeling and the clang of cowbells welcome visitors en route to Zurich Airport’s baggage claim. The recorded sounds say “Switzerland” in language all can understand. Then at Zurich’s main railway terminus, Hauptbahnhof—the departure point for the Swiss Silk Road — the unique greeting continues

By David McKay Wilson On the first night of summer, we strolled the beach at Tylosand, that fabled resort that was gearing up for a hectic six weeks of music, revelry, and sunbathing along the breezy shores of the Kattegat. Over the dunes at the Hotel Tylosand, tango aficionados learned

By Beverly Stephen We didn’t really need George Clooney to tell us Lake Como is romantic. Greta Garbo made the point in 1932 in the movie “The Grand Hotel.”  And so did the 19th century composer Franz Liszt who declared that “the story of two happy lovers” should be set

By Richard West I know this feeling: vuja de, the strange sense I’ve never been here before. Indeed true.  My wife and I have been trying to visit Lisbon and Portugal, the suburb of Europe, since Moses was beardless. Finally here is the capital: under white scarves of clouds, the

Andy Murray’s Cromlix has the essential ingredients for the perfect country house getaway — big comfy beds upstairs, serious dining downstairs and a Whisky Room for socializing over 16-year-old malts

  By Marian Betancourt I had long wanted to visit this fabled city by the sea built by Peter the Great in 1703 to open Russia to the West.  Inspired by the country’s great novelists and poets and Robert Massie’s splendid biographies of Peter and Catherine and the Romanovs, I

By Marc Kristal The tourist’s week I spent recently in Rome was – as it always seems to be in that unusual city – a dream of perfection. The sun came out every day and turned my scarf and gloves unnecessary. The low winter sun made silhouettes of the stone