It’s that time of year again. Time to bring out the firecrackers and red envelopes, clean out the house, and reunite with family. That’s right—it’s Chinese New Year!
One of the most difficult things of the internet age is that, I feel, we’re losing the ‘it takes a village’ mentality - that of wisdom coming to kids from a variety of trusted and loved people. We’re all online, but disconnected, somehow, from the very things we need to grow and learn.
Ready for a travel experience like no other? I’m always reminding my students to use the 5 senses in their travel writing, because it packs such a punch in relating a place to the reader.
Dawn was at long last approaching. We had passed the night playing card games with the local children, eating fried street food, and dipping our feet into the ocean to fight off drooping eyelids.
I’m always looking for unique ways to explore destinations I love. I remember reading a book in college (for fun, not for class), on cruising down the Seine on a houseboat. Now the drawback, as I remember, was dealing with the boat and all the details of living on it (cooking, showers, etc.).
Disneyland Paris is a must-see if you’re a Disney fan (and who isn’t?). There are two parks at Disneyland Paris – Disneyland Park, and Walt Disney Studios Park. You will want at least one day for each park. If you have more than two days, spend the extra day(s) at Disneyland Park. You can get tickets to Disneyland Paris, which can include transportation from Paris, shuttles, and free-roaming between the two parks.
Well, longtime readers know I love Germany. The food (!), the family we have there, the incredible history, and the gorgeous landscapes all fill my heart.
La Ville Lumière (the City of Lights) is the perfect nickname for Paris, as 24 hours a day, the city is bathed in the light from street lamps and twinkling candles in restaurant windows.
Layover. The sight of the word makes most people cringe. The idea of a layover double the time of your two hour flight can seem eternal. Clocks seem to stop, and oh crap, have I only been occupying myself for 40 seconds? You begin to think it's going to be a lonnnnng day.
My first taste of reverse culture shock was on the BART from San Francisco International to Mission Ave. I looked around the subway car and realized couples surrounded me; one was kissing, not so casually. Another sitting so close I couldn’t have squeezed a quarter between them, and one was in deep conversation about babies.