For me, walking always gives me a different perspective on a new place that can only be achieved at ground level, outside, and at a slow speed.
Author: Greg Romano
Marketing/PR pro, armchair historian, traveler, aviator, sailor, husband/lover/best friend.
Some Things Never Change
This time, Judy and I are with our ten-year-old granddaughter on a much shorter but still memorable visit to iconic western National Parks. It brings back a flood of memories highlighting all that’s changed … and stayed the same!
“B” Is For Bryce Canyon
We headed north and west on Route 89 through the northern Arizona plateau, gazing at the constantly changing landscape as we rolled into Utah.
Road(ster) Trippin’
We found a small cooler that fits in the trunk, even with the bags. In it, we can put a few water bottles, some snacks…even a bottle of wine (or two)!
Music Drives Me
...when The Go-Go’s Vacation came on, it sparked my thinking about favorite songs that put me in the traveling mood.
A Simple Meal
Judy and I marveled at how we continually bring our travels to our table, re-living the tastes and memories of places we’ve been both near and far.
A is for Aviation
As a lifelong aviation nut, I became a private pilot in 1992. Since then, I’ve witnessed the shift to glass cockpits, GPS, and electronic flight bags, but missed the “glory days’ of personal air transportation in the 70s and early 80s. It’s much safer now, but incredibly expensive.
The Case for Loyalty
Our meetings the next day ran much longer than planned, so when we realized we needed to stay another night, we re-booked our flights home (another positive story) and re-booked another night’s stay.
The History of Luggage
My dream trip still involves us going to the airport with nothing but the clothes on our backs, our passports, and an American Express card, pointing to the departure board and saying, “let’s go THERE!” We’ll get what we need at the other end.
In Praise of the Hotel California
On a dark desert highway … Our ears were buzzing; our backs tightening. Road tripping in a two-seat roadster has its merits, but bombing down the interstate at 75 mph is not one of them. With the clock approaching 7 p.m., three-plus hours of driving still ahead of us, and a desert thunderstorm threatening, we… Continue reading In Praise of the Hotel California
