My Emerald Coast Adventure
The perfect beach day on Florida’s Emerald Coast—pirates, shipwrecks, and sunken treasure. Captain Tommy is in search of adventure…
Bedtime Stories
The Cursed Cathedral
It is not the same to be inside Cologne’s Cathedral on cold winter evenings as it is on a summer’s day. The tale of the Brothers Grimm is more real when you hear the eerie echoed steps of strangers roaming a building illuminated only by candlelight.
Mexico: Adventure is Everywhere
Both of my parents came from a rough neighborhood. When people think of Mexico, they imagine a beach with beautiful sunsets, but the realities of everyday life do not reflect what you see in a travel brochure.
A Trail of Chocolate: The Missing Pâtissier
At the end of the street stands the pâtisserie. It has tall wooden doors painted a soft pastel blue. Hanging on either side, two large windows are filled to the brim with flaky croissants, colorful macarons, and fruit tarts displayed like an edible work of art.
A Magic Carpet Ride in Marrakech
The sun is beating down. I’m in the middle of the Souk Semmarine, a maze-like market in the city of Marrakech, Morocco. I feel a tap on my shoulder, but there’s nothing behind me except a rolled up carpet.
Madrid’s Magical Fountain
Moving as close as I can toward the fountain’s edge, I toss the coin in. I wish this fountain could come to life. I close my eyes tightly, but when I reopen them, the fountain remains a cold, stone structure.
My Field Trip to Ancient Egypt
I couldn’t take my eyes off the shiny gold box lying unsuspectingly next to a necklace on display. I was in a room full of Ancient Egyptian artifacts…
Mommy & Me in Old Bagan
Weaving our way through Old Bagan, we left our hotel early that morning, even before the sun was awake. It was just Mommy and me.
Through the Darkness
Their breathing is faint, muddled by the sound of my sled ploughing through the freshly fallen snow. I can see them working hard, using every ounce of energy they have to keep us moving forward.
Lost in the Music
By: Jessica Grace Triolo / The music pulls me in, and I surrender. Dancing to the beat of the drums, disappearing over the bridges, amid the fountains, and into the second line at Congo Square, I forget about the old man…