The French didn’t know how to drive. Or maybe they did. Sitting in the back of that taxi from Charles de Gaulle, on the verge of vomiting all over the worn seats, I was convinced I had left Paris and entered some high speed, Grand Theft Auto chase. The driver belched something out the window. Someone yelled back. He gestured wildly.

“If I were a salesman, I would try to sell travel to other people, because there's a whole world out there for people to experience,” Shane Duckworth says, his hands wrapped around a hot cup of traditional Indian Chai.

I am a sailor, heart and soul. Nothing except not having a sailboat keeps me out of a boat.

Thank you to all the amazing writers from the We Said Go Travel 2013 Gratitude Travel Writing Contest!

I traveled through 14 countries to barter an apple for bigger and better goods until I finally reached my goal - a house in Hawaii.
So that I was always trading up, I had to develop certain strategies. One such strategy was to change countries. I would take my “good” from one market and enter a market in which this good had a higher value. 

My mouth is watering as I write this. Food is something I love to experiment with, although most times I end up burning it to the bottom of a pan. I made charcoal out of soup once! Oh well…

Florida Culture for the Week of January 27, 2014 by Josh Garrick

Now through Feb 23 – Mad Cow Theatre presents Alan Ayckbourn's Table Manners

I had to thank the neighbors. You see, we've had quite the blizzard season here in Michigan, and last night we got another foot (!) of snow. Since we hadn't fully cleared our driveway (ahem) from the last few blizzards, the car was buried. We woke up and knew that today was going to be one long shoveling blitz.

One of the curses of living in the boonies is the lack of great ethnic food and grocery stores. ALAS!