We’re lucky enough to live only a little over an hour south of the vibrant city of Vancouver, BC, and we usually head north across the border a few times a month to visit family. Since we’re in the city so frequently, we often get questions from friends on where to eat.
Elie and I will be leaving for Vietnam in three weeks to celebrate my 40th birthday. For most of the time we’re there, we’ll be biking with Butterfield & Robinson, with a few days by ourselves exploring Hanoi and Saigon at the beginning and end of the trip. I feel like a kid counting down…
I knew I was falling in love with Alyssa and Rob when we were trying to decide where to go to lunch on our first full day in Perth. “I want fine dining!” Alyssa said, as she skipped past the deli and up the steps toward Print Hall. “Me too!” agreed Rob. “Uh-oh, you’re in…
I’ve never seen anything like it. At 6:00 in the morning, the first truck rolled in, a father and son who started their pilgrimage from their home in Houston at three a.m. to drive west and be first in line at Franklin Barbecue. They didn’t anticipate someone would have beaten them to the punch, our…
Stepping off the plane in Denpasar and climbing into our driver’s car, the smells and sounds of the island enveloped me. The humid, sticky air smelled of savory charred chicken and chiles mixed with sour smoke from trash burning in roadside fires, those smells wafting through the high-pitched buzz of hundreds of motorbikes. Small children…
Elie and I recently spent a long weekend with family on Salt Spring Island, lucking into blissfully warm days filled with blue skies. We took our car over on the ferry from Tsawwassen, which is a gorgeous passage through the Gulf Islands. When you live in the Pacific Northwest, you start to take its beauty…
She stood, barely taller than the bottom of the apricot stand, biting into the fresh fruit with relish. “Metzuyan!” she declared. We followed her lead and asked for a basket of apricots. As she packed her purchase into a rolling cart, she stopped and turned toward us. “Are you from the United States? How are…
Miranda Lambert’s lyrics are stuck in my head. I know they say, you can’t go home again. I just had to come back one last time. We sat at the foot of the driveway, waiting for the large iron gates to swing open. This was new, formal in a way our home had never been. …
When Elie and I traveled to Paris in the summer of 2012, we happily—and with gusto—dove into all Paris had to offer. Velvety chocolates, flaky croissants spread with raw milk butter, rustic breads made from wild yeast, creamy sheep milk cheese from the Pyrenees, even rabbit terrine and head cheese. We tried them all. Simply because we were in…
In May 2012, Elie and I traveled to Tulum to attend the wedding of our friends, Scarlett and Diego. The turquoise waters and white Caribbean beaches of Tulum, in Mexico’s Yucatan Peninsula, appears to be a magical place. Not unlike Lake Wobegon, in Tulum all the visitors fall in love, friendships are formed and time stands still. And the…
