One for the Road: Globetrotter’s Logbook

by Kelly Amabile on

Last time I mentioned the Globetrotter’s Logbook series, I focused on their newest guide, a niche book devoted to six Flemish cities. But now that I’ve had a chance to personally use their flagship product, Counties of the World, I wanted to be sure to pay special tribute to this unique mini-book, which might just be the perfect holiday gift for that special traveler in your life. The best part about giving (or receiving) one of there tiny travel gems is the smart and crafty packaging. I opened an airmail envelope (from Belgium, where this book is published) to reveal crisp brown parcel packaging, tied in natural cord with vintage stamps, postmarks and my name personally scripted in heavy ink. Unwrapping the classy packaging reveals a stylish moleskine-type book enclosed in its own little box, perfect for protecting it from the harsh elements of constant world-travel.

This precious little travel journal is a must-have for explorers. The bulk of the book contains quarter-page listings for every country of the world, complete with important stats and mini-flag pictures for each. There are several ways to keep track of which countries have been visited, as well as registers for tracking vaccinations and 100 flights. Look closely and you’ll find other treasures hidden within the pages of this slim logbook – facts, figures and inspiring quotes decorate the pages, and there are blank spots too, for scribbles about the details of very special journeys.

Hurling fruitcakes in Colorado

by Neil Woodburn on

It seems that every holiday these days, there’s a quintessential object that someone wants to heave into the air. Last Halloween, we shared with you the fascination with hurling pumpkins towards the gods. Today, being that Christmas is just around the corner, fruitcakes are the focus of chucking efforts.

The Great Fruitcake Toss is an annual event held in Manitou Springs, Colorado in which participants hurl the seasonal gift as far as possible–either by hand or mechanical device. Apparently some of these notoriously, long-lasting fruitcakes are repeat offenders, the same durable cake appearing year after year in the event.

So, if you think you’ve got what it takes to send a thoughtfully presented gift into the atmosphere, be sure to swing by Manitou Springs on January 5th when this season’s spectacular will be held.

Orion’s Belt and one of the best places for looking up

by Jamie Rhein on

Orion’s Belt is a winter pleasure if you live in the Northern Hemisphere. These stars that tell the tale of the hunter Orion, the love object of Artemis, Apollo’s twin sister, are fairly easy to pick out once someone has shown you where to look.

Over at Jaunted, Kitts Peak National Observatory at Tohono O’odham Reservation in Arizona is given a heads up as being one fantastic place to see the night sky. The reservation is surrounded by desert, thus has one of the ingredients necessary for stellar star-gazing. No city lights.

Instead, there is a vast sky and a well-organized observatory where the experience is not just a matter of peering in a telescope to see what’s up there up close, but a lesson in how to read star charts and use binoculars to star-gaze as well. Since it’s an hour out of Tuscon, the included boxed dinner is a nice touch. The telescopes are powerful enough to see planets. If you go, one thing to check out is the Advanced Optical Program where you can take CCD images of what you see up there with the observatory’s equipment. [Click here for images.]

Parc Guell: Gaudi’s other masterpiece

by Grant Martin on

When most people think of Antoni Gaudi, they usually think of the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. There are many, many examples of Gaudi’s genius architecture throughout the city, however, from private residences to lamp posts to entrance pavilions.

Take Parc Guell. Originally commissioned as a private community by the then-famous Count Eusebi de Guell, Gaudi was hired to plan and oversee the construction of the site overlooking Barcelona. Among the twisting paths and steep terrain, Gaudi built a fantastic opening gate into a main terrace, where his Gothic mosaic architecture dominates the landscape. Benches, sculptures and columns roll over the hill and its easy to get lost across the sprawling park.

Although Parc Guell never became the community that The Count had planned, it did fall into the hands of the city, where it was subsequently turned into a public work. It’s fun to wander around the park in modern times and wonder how the architects had planned their Eden to be.

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Chris McCandless and a juicy apple

by Jamie Rhein on

My husband and I saw Into the Wild [read review by Roger Ebert] this weekend, the both uplifting and devastating story of Christopher McCandless, the young man who lived in the back country of Alaska near Denali National Park for 113 days or so before he died due to a couple of serious missteps. Both Catherine and Martha wrote about how the bus where Chris died is now a tourist destination.

Although I’ve felt the thrill of being off on my own, my drive to be so self-sufficient, so purist and off the grid has never been particularly strong. Still, I could relate to the movie on a thematic level of striving for authenticity–without so much force. On a small level, I understood one of Chris’s emotions exactly. It was the scene where he was eating an apple.

As he crunched bites of what might have been a Red Delicious or a Rome in bliss, he commented about how good the apple was–his voice making almost in an orgasmic groan. I’ve known such apples. Mine was yellow–not red. It was not so big either, but eating it was divine.

You see, apples don’t grow in The Gambia. And oh, how wonderful an apple tasted whenever I went to Banjul the capital stopping in a grocery store to buy the one apple, at the most, that I bought each month. Apples, imported from France, cost a fortune. I was in my cheap phase with my sights set on a vacation to Mali, so I saved money and coveted apples–holding out for a special occasion. The apple was it. My entertainment for the day.

At times, I’d buy two, taking one back to my village to uplift a difficult day. I would settle into my chair vowing to notice every bite–every bit of juice. I ate slowly and deliberately to make the experience last. Eating an apple became a gift to myself not to be squandered. As a Peace Corps volunteer, I made great vows to not become jaded by apple abundance once back in the U.S. My noble intentions have faded over the years. We currently have a whole bag of apples in our refrigerator in the fruit drawer, and there’s more where they came from–pounds, pounds and more pounds less than a mile away at the grocery store. Apples grow in Ohio. You can’t avoid them.

I do miss those moments when they tasted ever so sweet–like heaven. If I close my eyes and chew slowly, I almost remember.