Speaking of experts… On the culture front, we couldn’t be more excited about our friends at Air Mail launching AIR (Arts Intel Report)-a constantly updated guide to what’s happening in the art/music/theater/dance world in many key cities. Because as we always say, we know what we know (and do well) here at Yolo, and also what we don’t. Besides some Black Books we’re excited about (including Lisbon, Berlin, Egypt and Mexico City), we’re introducing Pain Points, a column in which we’ll take on your (our!) biggest travel frustrations and confusions-including how to get the most from your frequent flier miles and accounts, when and whether you need travel health insurance-tapping the experts for their intel. I even made good on my promise to not bring my laptop on our Greece vacation, taking lots of notes in my journal instead (which I’ll be sharing in my Greece Dispatch next week).īut back to the la rentrée! The reentry! Il rientro! We have a lot of things planned for this fall. Yes, we made some great new discoveries in our own Medoc backyard, which I’ll be adding into our France Travel Planner, but for the most part, we just relaxed. We didn’t leave our home in France for six weeks (with the exception of a birthday weekend road trip), and did lots of bike rides, berry and plum picking, flower foraging, eating, drinking, running, swimming…and it was bliss. This year, I promised myself to slow down, and I did. I’m sure a lot of that was a result of two summers of restrictions–but I remember feeling equal parts exhausted and exhilarated by the end of the summer. ![]() ![]() Last summer, I think I actually traveled too much (maybe we all did?). But it also instilled in me a deep understanding that not everyone gets to go somewhere, and not everyone wants to hear about where you went-and to be sensitive to that. If you’re a Yolo magazine reader, or you’ve listened to some of the podcasts I’ve been on, this is not news to you–but for those of you who haven’t heard my travel beginnings, let’s just say that the lack of travel in my youth spurred a voracious appetite for it later. But compared with everyone else, I felt like I never went anywhere. Yes, we would drive from Tacoma, WA, to the Bay Area to stay with my grandparents, and if I was lucky, stay in a motel on the I-5 that had a pool. ![]() Remember back when we were kids and talking about what you did for summer vacation was a thing? Does that still happen? I remember being so uncomfortable with that, since my family didn’t really take classic vacations.
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