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Sunrise Balloon Safari in the Serengeti We departed the Serengeti Serena Safari Lodge at 4:30 a.m.—well before sunrise. An escort was required to walk us from our room, just in case any wildlife lurked nearby. Lions and hyenas, after all, don’t recognize hotel boundaries—and can be extremely dangerous. I asked our escort if he'd seen anything on patrol overnight. “Cape buffalo were using the pool as a watering hole a short time ago,” he said casually.  Unbelievable. Inside the main lodge, we met our driver. Despite the hour, our adrenaline was at its highest. We climbed into the safari van waiting for us, joined by a few other guests; the only time our safari wasn’t private during our trip. Staying in the Serengeti feels like being in the middle of the world—and the middle of nowhere—all at once. But that morning, we drove an hour and forty minutes to reach what felt like the  actual  middle of nowhere—the true definition. The elusive leopard sauntered down the road before dawn. As we bumped along in the pre-dawn dark, something incredible happened—the elusive leopard. It sauntered down the dirt road right in front of us. We’d been searching for one for days, always hoping for a glimpse of this famously hard-to-spot cat, affectionately pronounced  lee-o-pard  in Tanzania. And there it was, finally, in the wild, in the dark. We arrived at the balloon launch site still in the dark. The team was already at work, prepping for takeoff and reviewing safety checks. We were divided into groups, each balloon holding about 11 or 12 passengers. Our pilot was a Turkish man in his 60s who usually flies in Cappadocia but was freelancing in Tanzania for the safari season. Knowing he regularly pilots balloons in one of the world’s most famous flight zones gave me a brief sense of calm. Then came the safety briefing. Our captain explained how we would climb into the basket, lie on our backs, raise our legs into the air in a bent position, and then stand. “Everyone understand?” he asked. “No,” I said immediately. “Can you repeat that?” He did—word for word—and somehow it still didn’t make sense to me. Lie how? Legs where? Stand up  when ? My mind went blank, and panic set in fast. I realized at that moment that I had  zero  interest in doing this hot air balloon ride. I wanted out. But the thing is… there’s no “out” when you’re 90 minutes from the nearest hotel, in the dark, surrounded by nothing but savannah…and wild animals you can’t see but know are there. I had no choice. I had to go ahead. The tears started quietly but turned into full sobs. Completely terrified, I walked toward the basket just as the sky began to glow with the first colors of dawn. We climbed to the second level, lay on our backs, and rested our legs on a shelf. And... it was fine. Not terrifying at all. Once I was clipped into the harness, I started to settle down—just a bit. Once I was clipped into the harness, I started to settle down—just a bit. The unmistakable roar of the gas burner began, and the balloon started to inflate. Within moments, the basket tipped upright, and we slowly lifted off the ground. Once we were airborne, something changed. Silence. No one spoke. Couples held hands or exchanged quiet kisses, but the hush in the air was palpable. Floating over the Serengeti, watching the sunrise stretch across the endless plains, is something I’ll never forget. There’s a stillness that settles deep inside you—a peace that resonates through your bones. Floating over the Serengeti, watching the sunrise stretch across the endless plains, is something I’ll never forget. We scanned the landscape for animals, spotting a crash of rhinos bathing in a riverbed far below. A crash of rhinos bathing in a river bed. It was quite possibly the fastest hour of my life, and before we knew it, we were preparing for our descent. We sat down as the pilot released hot air, gently guiding us toward the earth. While we were mid-flight, the team surveyed a landing spot to ensure no lions or other predators were hiding in the brush. The basket landed softly in waist-high grass in a remote expanse of the Serengeti that redefined the phrase “as far as the eye could see.” Once we climbed out of the basket, we were handed glasses of champagne to toast the flight and the dawn of the new day. Champagne toast in waist-high grasses of the Serengeti Sipping champagne in the grasslands of the Serengeti now lives in my memory as one of the most unforgettable sunrise moments of my life.  Perhaps remove the quantifier of sunrise — now lives in my memory as one of the most unforgettable moments of my life. Period.   One of the most unforgettable moments of my life! If a sunrise balloon safari in the Serengeti is on your bucket list—or even if it isn’t—consider this your sign to do it. We flew with  Serengeti Balloon Safaris , and I can’t imagine a better way to see the Serengeti from above. If you’ve done it, or if it’s on your radar, drop me a line—I’d love to hear about your experience. February 2024 Serengeti National Park, Tanzania

Takayama's Sanmachi Suji is where time stands still. If you’re looking to escape the bustling cities of Tokyo, Osaka, and Kyoto, and dive into a place that feels untouched by the tourist rush, let me introduce you to Takayama. Nestled in the serene foothills of the Japanese Alps, this charming town was exactly what I was searching for: a blend of accessibility, authenticity, and that elusive “undiscovered” vibe. I was on the hunt for a spot that was easy to reach by train and offered a genuine cultural experience—something picturesque to serve as a base camp for day trips, yet off the beaten path. Takayama turned out to be the perfect find. The Well-Preserved Edo Era Streets of Takayama Getting to Takayama is a breeze with the Shinkansen (bullet train) and regional rail lines connecting it to Tokyo. Despite its modest size of around 85,000 residents, Takayama boasts a wealth of charm, especially in its old town, Sanmachi Suji. Picture this: three quaint streets that date back to the Edo period (we’re talking Shogun times here). It’s like stepping into a living history book where time seems to stand still. This part of town isn’t some staged tourist attraction; it’s the real deal, with authentic businesses and homes that offer a genuine glimpse into Japanese life from 1602 to 1864. The Miyagawa Morning Market was a highlight of the visit. One of the highlights of my mornings in Takayama was exploring the local markets. Every day, two markets bring the town to life. The Jinya-mae Market, set in front of the Takayama Jinya, is a smaller affair mostly frequented by locals picking up fresh produce. But it was the Miyagawa Market along the picturesque Miyagawa River that truly stole my heart. This bustling market offers everything from fresh food and flowers to desserts, jewelry, and handmade crafts. After my morning run, I’d find myself meandering through the Miyagawa Market, chatting with local vendors using my limited Japanese, and soaking in the vibrant rhythm of daily life. There’s something extraordinary about experiencing a place through its markets. They’re the heart and soul of a community, offering a peek into the pride and craftsmanship of the locals. Soba Noodles are buckwheat noodles made locally. Hida Beef is a local delicacy known for its beautiful marbling. Spending time exploring Takayama also meant diving into some gastronomic delights. This area of Japan is renowned for Hida beef—a marbled, melt-in-your-mouth delicacy that’s truly unique to this region. And, with numerous sake breweries scattered around, we crafted our own tasting tour, hopping from one brewery to the next and sampling a variety of sakes. Don’t miss out on trying handmade soba noodles either—these traditional buckwheat noodles are a real treat. Ebisu Soba Restaurant in the old town uses a 5th-generation recipe to make the noodles fresh daily. While you're in Takayama, make sure to visit this restaurant that's been serving up delicious meals since 1898! Using Takayama as a home base makes it an ideal starting point for exploring nearby villages. A quick 15-minute train ride takes you to Hida-Furukawa Station, where we joined a fantastic bike tour organized by Satoyama Experience . Our guide, Nanami, was exceptional—she not only showed us beautiful rice fields and charming alleyways but also made a reservation for us at her favorite sushi spot. Her local knowledge and warm personality made the tour unforgettable. Visiting Shirakawa-go while in the Gifu Prefecture is a must! Another must-see village accessible from Takayama is Shirakawa-go. This UNESCO World Heritage site is famous for its Gassho-zukuri houses with steep, prayer-like roofs. Buses run from Takayama to Shirakawa-go several times a day, but if I had the chance to do it again, I’d stay overnight. Experiencing Shirakawa-go at sunrise or sunset, after the day-visitors have left, would offer a tranquil glimpse into its stunning architecture and serene surroundings. So, if you’re planning your next adventure and want to delve into a corner of Japan that’s a bit off the radar, Takayama might be your perfect destination. It’s a place where you can savor authentic culture, discover culinary delights, and enjoy breathtaking scenery—all while staying just a step off the well-trodden tourist trails.

Zanzibar is an archipelago off the East coast of Africa. The beaches are unparalleled with their beauty -- crisp white sand and blue water that is such a vibrant hue that I believe it is unique to here. I can only describe it as Zanzibar blue.      The main island of Zanzibar is Unguja and is home to many beaches, including Nungwi Beach, at the northernmost point of the island, as well as Stone Town, a Unesco World Heritage Site. The beauty isn't just in the gorgeous coastline or the cultural heritage of Stone Town. It is in its people. Of all the places I have visited, I have never encountered a group of people kinder or happier. There is a peacefulness about them that is so genuine.      With that said, the poverty is pervasive. Basic needs like running water, electricity, and access to health care aren't present. The infrastructure for waste management is developing at best; therefore, the beaches, village and town are covered in trash-- namely single use plastic products . To say this is hard living doesn't even begin to describe it. Through such adverse living conditions, it is remarkable that the human spirit is so beautiful and so bright. I asked a few people why everyone was so kind and lovely. The answer was immediate and simple. From a young age, adults instill in them the belief that giving respect to others is paramount.   The people of Zanzibar may be poor in material items, but they are rich in human kindness.      From the youngest of children in the village excitedly saying "Jambo" or even "Hello" in English to the oldest, their friendly nature will stay with me.  Zanzibaris are beautiful humans. Meet Mohammed A local firsherman, Mohammed, teaches me about fishing in Nungwi. Each morning, I spent sunrise on the beach. The beach wasn’t ideal for a classic sunrise; however, what captivated me was the daily life of the fishermen. At dawn, teams of fishermen would board their dhows, classic ships found along the Eastern African coast of the Indian Ocean. One morning, I met Mohammed. Mohammed is a proud Zanzibari and works with the sunset crew. He excitedly explained the process using nets and the classic oar used to paddle the dhow by drawing diagrams in the sand. Mohammed is proud of his heritage and family. He is just one testament to the beauty of the people of Zanzibar.

Salzburg, Austria – June 2022 What could possibly be better than a bike tour? A Sound of Music  bike tour! Book a bike tour on your next adventure! Enter the Fräulein Maria's Bicycle Tour , where the charm of Salzburg meets the magic of one of the most iconic musicals of all time. Picture this: pedaling through the cobbled streets of Salzburg’s Altstadt  (Old Town), cruising past picturesque cityscapes, and exploring the lush outskirts of the city—all while the beloved soundtrack of The Sound of Music  plays from a Bluetooth speaker tucked in your bike basket. Yes, you can finally channel your inner Julie Andrews and sing your heart out to Do-Re-Mi  as you glide through this enchanting Austrian city. Our guide, a fountain of local knowledge and facts about the movie, led us along hidden paths, quiet alleyways, and postcard-perfect spots. From the Nonnberg Abbey to the Schloss Frohnburg (the Von Trapp mansion), every stop brought the film’s timeless scenes to life. The von Trapp family home But beyond the Sound of Music  magic, I have to say: bike tours are one of the best ways to explore any city. They strike the perfect balance between adventure and efficiency. You cover more ground than you ever could on foot, and you have the flexibility to weave through narrow alleys, discover tucked-away corners, and linger at scenic spots you might otherwise miss. If you're heading to Salzburg—or any new destination—put a bike tour on your itinerary. Fräulein Maria’s Bicycle Tour is a must for Sound of Music  fans, but there are plenty of other fantastic options to choose from. I’ve also had wonderful experiences with Fat Tire Bike Tours , which offer both day and evening rides in eight European cities and three U.S. destinations. Every one of them has been a memorable adventure. So, grab a bike, queue up a playlist (or let someone else handle that), and see the world in a whole new way. I promise it’ll be one of the most fun, immersive, and delightful ways to explore. Cheers to two wheels and endless adventures!

Traveling between national parks in Tanzania means, in my case, driving rather long distances.  Although it meant spending quite a bit of time in the safari Jeep, my guide from Leopard Tours, John, offered great information about the local tribal culture. Tanzania is home to 162 African tribes.  Living closest to our route through the Ngorongoro Crater is the Masai.  This nomadic group of people has a unique culture.  As we drove several hours across the Tanzanian countryside, I marveled at the Masai that were present mile after mile. The Masai live near the Ngorongoro Crater, and tending to their cattle is the most essential part of their culture.  To show wealth to one another is done through two things:  showing how many cattle they own and how many wives they keep.  They are a polygamous society and seemingly live a primitive lifestyle.  Although Tanzanian government mandates children to attend public school starting at seven, Masai children tend to stay home.  The boys are in charge of helping move the cattle and goats, while the girls gather wood and help build the homes in the village.  Throughout the countryside, they are dressed in traditional clothing called Shuka.  Watching the Masai and young children stand along the road and tend to the animals was fascinating. This isn't an event for tourists. This is their culture and a glimpse into their daily life. I wanted to learn more. One day, towards the end of our safari, John offered to stop at a Masai village.  He said that I could visit a village to learn more.  Without a doubt, I wanted to take advantage of this unique and culturally authentic visit. When I arrived, the chief's son greeted me and spoke perfect English.  He offered to show me his village and explain the culture, which he is incredibly proud of.  His village included 117 people; 23 were children.  As I looked around, I wondered if he counted the young boys I saw along the roadside taking care of the livestock.  He shared that they own 74 cattle and 100 sheep, which supports the community. What seemed to be the entire village came, and I was greeted with a ceremonial welcome song and dance. Gender roles are strict, and my guide insisted that I stand with the women.  They immediately welcomed me, insisted I wear one of their ornate necklaces, and held my hand.  They didn't speak English but communicated with warm smiles and body language.  They were genuinely happy I came to visit and learn more.  This visit was not prearranged, and we literally stopped and inquired if we could understand more about their tribe. After the welcome ceremony, the chief's son brought me to his home.  It was more of a hut, with two distinct rooms -- one for the parents and one for the children.  There was no electricity, running water, or available light, except the small window casting light on his face.  A young woman emerged with a baby who was about six months of age. Not wearing a diaper but clad in traditional clothing, they left when I was invited inside. From the hut, I was invited to shop in their market, which included handicrafts made by some of the villagers. Once I perused the items and selected a few to purchase, he asked if I was interested in seeing his school.  Absolutely!  I walked in mid-lesson to the smallest classroom imaginable.  The students were ages five and six, and as soon as I stepped in, they immediately stood and greeted me with a welcome song in Swahili.  One of the many tenets Ron Clark teaches his students at The Ron Clark Academy is to stand and greet adults when they come.  Was I observing Ron Clark's philosophy in this impoverished village in Africa?  I couldn't believe it!  There was a somewhat worn chalkboard at the front with basic lesson information, and the teacher was a fourteen-year-old boy who believed in the importance of education.  Fourteen!  The children eagerly invited me to sit with them, and one little boy had a notebook with math notes he had taken.  I looked at it and thought, "An interactive math notebook.  In this remote village." The children had bright smiles and, similar to the school in Nungwi, Zanzibar, were incredibly happy.  With that said, there were so many kids coughing.  I immediatelly worried about their access to nutrition and health care.  My heart broke, and I wanted to stay and teach them.  When it was time to say goodbye and let them resume their learning, they stood again and sang a song of gratitude for coming to visit.  More Ron Clark in this Masai community. Visiting the Masai village was the most authentic view of their culture. Travel is about learning new cultures and seeing different ways of life. They are beautiful people holding on to a traditional way of life. --

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Welcome to Tokyo! Capturing the moment with a blend of tradition and tech! 📸✨ Tokyo is a city that pulsates from every corner. It is a unique juxtaposition of tradition versus innovation. An urban sprawl that honors its past yet routinely tears down and rebuilds buildings. Tokyo is a sprawling metropolis of 23 distinctive boroughs, each akin to individual cities with its own culture and identity. Ancient temples and tranquil gardens coexist with gleaming skyscrapers and bustling, neon-lit streets. This dynamic cityscape offers a seamless blend of the sacred and the contemporary. One moment, you might explore the historic grounds of a Buddhist temple with a rich past, and the next, find yourself in the vibrant district of Harajuku, where avant-garde fashion and pop culture thrive. It is a city that you must see but not necessarily like. It is overwhelming yet captivating. It is order and routine yet chaotic and over-stimulating. Tokyo is the epitome of a love-hate relationship that every traveler should see. From vintage charm to luxury glam: Tokyo's spectrum of style! 📚✨👜 #BookstoreVsBoutique Retro vibes vs. cutting-edge tech: Tokyo’s blend of past and future! 🎮📞🚀 #OldSchoolCool Tradition meets innovation: A kimono-clad moment with a modern twist! 📱✨ #TimelessStyle #ModernTokyo From serene temples to soaring skyscrapers: Tokyo’s stunning contrasts! 🏯🌆 #TraditionalMeetsModern Where tradition meets modern rules: a bicycle leans against a 'No Bicycle Parking' sign, capturing Japan’s quirky contrasts. 🚲✨ #JapanContrasts Eco-friendly promises vs. plastic-packed reality: Tokyo’s clash of ideals and practices. 🌿🛍️ In Japan, the drinking age is 20, but you can still snag a beer anytime from a vending machine! 🍻🎉 It’s an interesting mix of strict rules and laid-back vibes, showcasing the city’s unique charm.

Vimukti Sanstha is more than just a school—it’s a movement. I may be a retired educator, but my passion for teaching and learning remains as strong as ever. Whenever I travel, I seek opportunities to visit schools, observe different teaching styles, and better understand how children are learning around the world. If a community needs support, and I’m in a position to help, I want to do what I can. Before my recent visit to Jaipur, India, I researched local schools and came across Vimukti Sanstha, a school dedicated to educating girls from the slums of Jaipur. I reached out, asking if I could visit and bring school supplies. To my delight, I received an immediate and enthusiastic response, and plans were quickly set in motion Vimukti Sanstha is more than just a school—it’s a movement. Founded 20 years ago, its story began with a seemingly simple yet shocking moment. The founder, Ms. Lavalina Sogani, once offered a glass of milk to a young girl named Sangeeta, the daughter of a worker at her home. To Ms. Sogani’s astonishment, the girl refused. “No, I am a girl,” she explained. “Girls don’t drink milk.” Confused, Ms. Sogani asked for clarification. Sangeeta’s response was even more unsettling: “Boys drink milk because they go to school. Girls don’t go to school, so they don’t need milk.” That moment changed everything. Ms. Sogani, who already ran a private school, decided to open her doors after school for girls from the slums in Jaipur. But she soon realized that two hours a day wasn’t enough—these girls had never been taught at home, and they needed so much more. From that realization, Vimukti Sanstha was born. Today, the school educates over 800 girls with a singular mission: to break the cycle of poverty by providing not just an education but a pathway to financial independence. Unlike most schools, where students graduate after twelfth grade and move on, Vimukti supports its students until they are fully self-sufficient. Through community partnerships, the school arranges internships and mentorships in every professional field imaginable, ensuring that each girl has the opportunity to thrive. When I arrived at Vimukti Sanstha, I was warmly greeted by Ankita Bhandari, a coordinator from the school. From the moment we began talking, I was struck by her deep passion for teaching and her unwavering commitment to the students. As she shared the school’s story, I found myself struggling to process the weight of what I was hearing. Then came the question that brought me back to the present: “Would you like to visit a classroom?” I barely managed to get the words out. “I would love to.” Our first stop was an eleventh-grade classroom with about 16 students. The girls, immersed in independent study, immediately stood to greet me. The scene brought back memories of my visits to The Ron Clark Academy in Atlanta, where students are empowered to take ownership of their learning. But there was something even more striking here—there was no teacher in the room. The students were preparing for midterm exams, completely self-directed and deeply engaged in their studies. In the next classroom, I found a group of what looked to be fourth graders, sitting cross-legged on the floor, reviewing a literacy assignment. But the person leading the lesson wasn’t a teacher or a classroom aide—it was one of their peers. With confidence and pride, she guided her classmates through the material, checking their answers and ensuring everyone understood. And then it hit me. I glanced around the room. No teacher. No adult supervision. Yet every single girl was on task, engaged, and thrilled by the opportunity to learn. Students at Vimukti Sanstha review a literacy assignment together. This was the purest form of education—driven by curiosity, discipline, and an unshakable desire to rise above circumstances. In my 20 years as an educator, I’ve visited many schools. But this one was different. The teachers here are not just educators—they are answering a calling. They are building more than just a school; they are changing the trajectory of entire families and communities. If you want to learn more about Vimukti Sanstha and the incredible work they’re doing, you can follow their journey on Instagram: @vimuktisanstha . My visit to Vimukti Sanstha in Jaipur, India left me speechless.  I hope to foster a partnership with the community of learners at Vimukti Sanstha and the amazing educators who work to make a difference. For more information, watch this video.

Sri Lanka feels like an undiscovered gem, and it reminded me of Costa Rica and what I imagined Costa Rica was like before the crowds arrived. There's enough infrastructure to make travel easy and not too rustic or primitive, yet it still retains an untouched charm. I felt like I was visiting a secret destination, an insider tip I was so grateful to have been given. And if you are looking for an affordable adventure, the exchange rate is firmly in your favor. A dinner for two with drinks can cost as little as USD 30, and boutique hotels are available for around USD 100 per night. Sure, there are high-end resorts catering to Western tourists, but why wouldn't you experience this incredible country without breaking the bank? I stayed in a lovely three-star hotel, The Cubes Ella, which offered incredible hospitality from a lovely host. The room was clean and safe, and they served a delicious breakfast made to order each morning. My host was personable and attentive, and he ensured every detail of my stay was taken care of, including an on demand tuk tuk service for transportation. The view of the Nine Arch Bridge near Ella Before setting off on the famous Ella to Kandy train ride, I spent two nights in Ella, a small town that completely won me over. Ella has adorable streets and a really cool backpacker vibe. The town was filled with young people clearly exploring the world in their "I backpacked through Asia chapter of their lives", and quite a number of people perhaps more in my chapter of life, who were doing the same. When you picture Ella, think lush mountains, waterfalls, and a town that feels both relaxed and lively at the same time. I wasn't expecting much in the way of boutiques, but Ella had some fabulous local shops worth exploring. Coming directly from India, I really appreciated the trendy boutiques to wander through before dinner. Speaking of dinner, Cafe One Love stood out as my favorite, offering delicious food in a cozy, reggae-inspired atmosphere. Ella is the perfect place to slow down before hopping on what is often called one of the world's most beautiful train rides. Sri Lanka's most famous train journey lives up to the hype. You've probably seen those Instagram shots of travelers leaning out of open train doors, surrounded by rolling tea plantations and misty mountains. And while the views are spectacular, here's what you really need to know: Maybe rethink hanging out of a train door. Sure, the train moves slowly, and yes, everyone is doing it. But on a rainy day like the one I experienced, it was clear how easy it would be to slip. Take in the views, just do it safely. A cautious look outside the train door on a rainy day journey— Read I was clinging to the wall! I definitely recommend to book your tickets in advance. I used Visit Sri Lanka Tours to secure my seats ahead of time, and I am glad I did. The line to buy second-class reserved tickets the morning of my trip wrapped around the block, yet my train car was more than half empty. So why were the seats listed as sold out? No idea. But securing your spot in advance will save you the hassle. The full ride takes about seven hours, but I opted to split it up with an overnight stay in Nuwara Eliya, also known as Little England. This charming hill town is a great place to experience cooler temperatures, colonial architecture, and, of course, endless tea fields. I can tell you that Sri Lanka has it all! Beaches & Surf Towns - If you are looking for a laid-back, bohemian vibe, Sri Lanka's southern coast is where you will find it. I spent time in Galle, a historic fort city with a stunning coastline, and wrapped up my day watching the sunset over the Indian Ocean. The southern coast is full of small towns with great surfing, whale watching and adventure sports. Ancient Ruins & Palaces - Sri Lanka is packed with history, from the ancient city of Polonnaruwa to the iconic rock fortress of Sigiriya. Think Indiana Jones vibes, minus the Harrison Ford cameo. Although I didn't make it to experience this part, given everything else I saw, it would be a fabulous and culturally authentic visit. I definitely want to go back and stay for several weeks. Sri Lanka is a place where adventure meets affordability, history meets natural beauty, and every turn offers something unexpected. If it is not on your list yet, it should be. Book a trip before the rest of the world discovers it. Feel free to contact me at Joelle.massari@fora.travel to help curate a trip for you.

A visit to the Maldives is pure relaxation The Maldives, a breathtaking collection of approximately 1,200 coral islands scattered across the Indian Ocean, is pure paradise. While only about 200 islands are inhabited and 150 host luxury resorts, the allure of this tropical haven is undeniable. Although visiting might mean you never learn the local food, currency, or culture, its hedonistic and sensual appeal will lure you in. I experienced quite a bit of rain, but that just meant spectacular sunrises. I recently visited Ithaafushi and gathered some practical Maldives travel tips to help you plan your own unforgettable Maldivian getaway. This is just one person’s experience, but hopefully, it will guide your own plans and make your dream trip a reality. Maximizing Your Points and Miles in the Maldives The Maldives is a dream destination for points-and-miles enthusiasts, but be prepared—what you save on accommodations, you might spend on everything else. I redeemed a certificate for five nights at a Hilton property, which felt like a win until I saw the food and beverage prices. Imagine USD 410 for a steak, USD 150 for an entrée, and USD 44 for a glass of house wine. It adds up quickly! Although there are lower-priced menu items, be prepared for a hefty dining bill. If you have hotel loyalty status, make sure you use it to your advantage. With Hilton’s highest status, I enjoyed complimentary breakfast each morning and a happy hour every evening from 9 to 10 p.m. Perks like these can make a big difference when it comes to managing your budget without sacrificing luxury. The Costly Reality of Transfers One expense that catches many travelers off guard is the cost of transfers. While my certificate covered room nights, the hefty price of the yacht transfer to the resort was another story. Unlike most destinations, there’s no simple way to reduce transfer costs through points or loyalty status. Third-party companies aren’t an option either. If your resort is only accessible by seaplane, brace yourself for a premium price tag. If budget is a concern, consider resorts closer to Malé, the capital. However, be aware that proximity to the city can mean seeing its lights at night, which can take away from that secluded, middle-of-nowhere feel. It’s not necessarily a dealbreaker, but it’s worth considering when planning your ideal Maldivian escape. Extend Your Adventure Beyond the Maldives If you’re traveling halfway around the world, why not make the most of your journey by exploring another destination? Colombo, Sri Lanka, for example, is just a 90-minute flight from Malé. Adding another stop can enhance your overall experience and make that long-haul flight feel even more worthwhile. Choose the Right Resort for Your Style The Maldives is famous for romance, but not every traveler is there for a couples’ retreat. Whether you’re flying solo or simply seeking a peaceful escape, it’s important to choose a resort that caters to your specific needs. While many properties focus heavily on honeymooners and anniversary trips, others are more welcoming to solo travelers or groups seeking a luxurious getaway. The Bottom Line: Plan Smart, Relax Fully Creating your Maldivian magic comes down to thoughtful planning. Leverage your points and loyalty status, factor in food and transfer costs, and choose a resort that aligns with your travel style. Whether you’re searching for romance, solitude, or pure relaxation, the Maldives offers a once-in-a-lifetime experience that’s well worth the effort.

Napa Valley, the iconic vineyards, rolling hills, and an epicurean paradise, is a must-visit destination for all wine lovers.  From lunch at The Farmstead at Long Meadow Ranch to private tastings at Trinchero and Stag's Leap, it is a dream for any oenophile.  Attending a dinner reception at Silver Oak, watching the sunset over a vineyard of cabernet vines, what could be any better? Sipping wine and enjoying sunsets with great company is pretty glamorous in and of itself. Indeed, being on a quest to see as much of the world as possible, these moments capture your heart. Moments where you stop, breathe in the moment and try to imprint it in your memory and heart.  Whether it is barrel tasting in a wine cave, standing in the middle of Silver Oak's vineyard watching the sunset, or walking through a private access wine cave, it makes you realize the importance of cherishing and living Every. Single. Day. But is every day when traveling that glamorous?  Is every moment Instagram perfect? No.  Not even close. From a predetermined list of activities, I selected a bike tour of Napa Valley several weeks before my visit.  When I enrolled, I must have thought taking a break from epic wine moments in exclusive and private rooms of wineries was in my best interest.  It is like six months before a wedding, filling out the RSVP card and selecting fish.  Only to see a mouth-watering steak or scrumptious plates of carb-loaded pasta served across the table at the wedding reception.  You look across the table and think, "Oh, I was a different person six months ago than I am now."  I must have felt so health-focused when I selected the tour that I declined an e-bike when I registered.  Why would I want one? As with the rest of the country, Napa is having a hot summer, and the few days I visited in July were no exception.  Taking a bike tour is the best way to see a new location.  I have enjoyed bike tours worldwide, from Montreal to Mexico City, and although I had visited Napa twice before, I was excited to see the valley on a bicycle.  I could envision biking through picturesque vineyards, stopping for photos, and maybe even sampling a glass of wine or two along the way.  I imagined experiencing a truly great day and living life to the fullest.    It was to be the epitome of a traveler's day.  It would be the perfect culmination of a phenomenal visit to Napa. I didn't account for a heat wave and hadn't paid much mind to the weather report before coming.  Realizing it would be warm, I thought, this can't be that bad, right?  We will start riding and generate a bit of a breeze, which will be refreshing.  Right? We arrive at the bike depot shortly before 2 PM, and it is 97 degrees.  The sun seems to be cooking my skin, and the pavement absorbs so much heat that the heat emanates through my running shoes, making the entire scene much hotter than 97.  Waiting for the bikes to be assigned and adjusted, standing on the black asphalt, I was getting overheated, and we hadn't even started .  I start looking longingly at the ebikes and thinking, well, that looks sensational and quite honestly a better idea.  My travel partner whispered, "Josie, do you want to switch?  It's ok." No, I insisted.  I can ride a traditional bike through vineyards.  I can be fabulous.  I can have my moment.  I can be the main character in my perfect day. We rode barely a quarter of a mile when we stopped for a bike check, from brakes to seat adjustments, as our guide wanted to ensure we were comfortable. Comfortable?  Maybe if you turn off the sun, sir. With every stride and every rotation of my pedals, I was farther and farther behind the group.  Why were they not collapsing in the heat?  Why could they bike as if it was a mild, overcast day?  How could I be melting at 97 degrees while the rest of the group was having the glamorous day I had imagined?  Everyone was having MY day. The heat continued to burn from above with the blazing sun and the black asphalt below.  I glanced at my watch and saw we had barely gone 2 miles.  All I could think about was how I could have a proper glamorous moment in a vineyard, as options included a wine train to Chandon or a blending experience with the head vintner at Sterling. Nope.  I chose to shake Satan's hand in his kitchen. The group had several opportunities to stop; however, I was so far behind that it was time to go again by the time I caught up.  This was complete hell.  I guess it is appropriate for Satan's abode. We finally stopped at the Oakville Grocery.  Quite possibly the cutest and most charming market imaginable.  From wine to picnic provisions, it is the perfect place to stop while cycling through Oakville and Yountville’s vineyards.  My face is almost purple; I share that perhaps I need to go inside to cool off.  I immediately made my way to the back of the store, where the wine cooler was located, and drank bottle after bottle of water. I take a selfie and send it to my best friend, Toni, who inquires how hard could it be if I were taking a selfie in front of a wine cooler.  She thought it was the mother ship calling this wine aficionado home. Oh, it is that hard, sister.  This is not my finest hour.  Nobody likes being the weakest link in any group setting. Yet here I was, killing that role. The guide finds me, indicating that he can call the van and I can go back. I thought there was no way I was tapping out. I can bike 13 miles.  I can't do it in 97 degrees, but I can complete 13 miles. I refused to give in. After cooling off, we hopped on our bikes again, navigating various roads and admiring vineyard after vineyard.                                         . '.                                                                                                                                                       The stops were more frequent, yet the heat-tolerant cyclists were growing more impatient with each stop as they waited for me to diligently make my way to them. Making our final turn into the neighborhood was such a sense of relief.  Of all my bike tours, not all have been ideal.  From the torrential rain in Munich, the bone-chilling cold in Paris, and the unbelievable headwind in Lisbon, this bike experience was the most challenging. Yet, with that said, I would do it again and hope to with my family.  My experience had everything to do with my inability to read a weather map and nothing to do with the excellent bike company, Napa Valley Bike Tours, which I highly recommend.  It is an outstanding operation with knowledgeable and gracious guides.  I would just be a bit more in tune with the weather, and if the mercury wants to flirt with the top of the thermometer, retreat to a wine cave for a proper Napa moment.

It has been 273 days since I was inside an elementary school classroom. My heart will always be in a classroom. I don't remember exactly when I decided to do this or how I discovered The School of Hope. I think most people who come to an island in the Indian Ocean are here for exquisite beauty and tropical activities. At some point, this became a part of the itinerary and such an obvious one for an elementary teacher. An educator named Coco founded The School of Hope in 2015. He began his first school under a tree as he gathered children from the village to come and learn. The children come from impoverished families who can not afford to attend government-subsidized schools. Without the School of Hope, these children would receive virtually no education. When I contacted Coco and asked if I could come and visit, his response was instantaneous and genuine. "Welcome, my friend." Walking the 1.3 kilometers from my accommodations to the school seemed a no-brainer. However, the oppressive African summer sun and the unpaved road labyrinth made it really challenging. As I walked past unbelievable living conditions, I was greeted with beautiful smiles and friendly greetings of "Jambo Jambo" at every corner. Even with that said, I was questioning my decision to do this. That was, of course, until I turned the last corner and could hear the very familiar din of elementary school children in class. The two-story school was modest and teeming with children. As soon as I walked in, children came running over, offering big hugs and high-fives. I immediately felt at home and knew this was absolutely the best way to spend my morning -- just as I did for several decades in the classroom. Over the years in the classroom, my colleagues and I often lamented how we lacked the supplies to teach. So frequently, educators must reach into their own personal wallets to fund their classrooms. I did it, and several hundred other teachers I taught with continue to do so. The classrooms I stood in today were not dissimilar; dynamic teachers were making do with very little. They were working hard to maintain engagement and check for understanding. Simply put, they were making magic in the classroom. The School of Hope is an incredible school for the local community of Nungwi I didn't stay long, as my presence in the classrooms was an obvious distraction to their community of learners. But I can tell you that regardless of the culture, kids are kids. They laugh, they run, they are off-task. Educators work their magic. You can take the teacher out of the classroom, but a teacher's heart will always find the way back home.