Notes from the Road

By Everett Potter When I arrived at the Fairmont Pacific Rim Hotel in Vancouver a couple of weeks ago, I heard that distinctive low thrum – the sound of a seaplane taking off — and it made me smile. So did  the scent of the sea and cry of seagulls

By Everett Potter Forgive me, Philadelphia, but you got lost in my East Coast shuffle between DC and New York City. The backstory: it had been decades since I last set foot in the City of Brotherly Love and when I visited a couple of weeks ago, the city bore

By Richard West  Welcome to  Everett Potter Travel Report’s 4th Annual Best Travel Books of the Year choices, a selection of opinions and quotes from previous reviews that whirls and dips like a drunkard’s bedroom. One of the main themes in 2011’s travel narratives is exploration of the back of

  By Everett Potter From the terrace of my rooftop room at Casa Felipe Flores, I can hear fireworks and the brassy sound of a mariachi band playing in a small parade for the patron saint of a local hospital. I’m surrounded by pine trees and palms, and at the

The view from the kitchen window. Photo by Gayle Potter. By Everett Potter I’ve spent the past few weeks lakeside in western Maine, in a cabin — or “camp” in Maine-speak — that dates back to the 1940’s or earlier, slowing down and trying to remove myself  — if only

Last Sunday night was a balmy evening in Ipanema and I had just stepped out of Capricciosa, a trendy pizzeria on the corner of Rua Vinicius de Moraes, when I heard live bossa nova playing. Across the narrow street, in front of a shop called Toca do Vinicius, about 100