A few months before our trip to Providenciales, Turks and Caicos I planned a day trip, thinking we needed a way to break up endless days of beach and pool time. I didn’t appreciate how blissful beach and pool time would be, especially in the midst of building our home and a chaotic work season.…
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After Thanksgiving we hit the road for an escape from Washington. We did not, though, escape overeating. Pittsburgh has a burgeoning food scene, and we did our best to hit some of the high points. Thankfully, though, we weren’t assaulted by leftover turkey until returning to Gwendom. Just a short drive from D.C., Pittsburgh is…
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The food scene in Gwendom can be very grim. Positive Alicia would tell you it’s back to the basics, taste of your childhood-style comfort food. Real me says it’s grim. Today, Gwen’s Sloppy Joe’s made me cry. There is no truly good Sloppy Joe. But there are Sloppy Joes that taste good, namely, the one…
Palm Beach, Fla., is not for everyone. To visit Palm Beach and love it, you must first suspend reality and disabuse yourself of any notions about good taste and humility. Once you’ve done that, double what you’re prepared to spend for a trip to the beach, pack a bag and get yourself on the JetBlue…
This weekend we escaped the fake country that is Potomac, Md., to go to the real country. We booked an Airbnb in Mathias, W.V., and had ourselves a little adventure just two hours from Washington. The Airbnb, The Inn at Abbott Farm, was charming. An up-fitted former carriage house with the original wide plank flooring…
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Forget 36 hours in D.C., just give me six. Wake up on a perfectly sunny blue sky day and walk to the Georgetown Waterfront. Perhaps stop for coffee somewhere like Baked and Wired (enter and go to the counter on the right, the left side is the line for cupcakes and they’re delicious, but literally…
What do you get when two slightly hungover American tourists board a flight at London-Gatwick bound for Skiathos, Greece with two rowdy hen parties in matching t-shirts with incomprehensibly British sayings? I don’t know, I fell asleep. But when I landed. Wow. Or better, “Mamma Mia!” (sung loudly, with an exclamation point). We landed in…
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