I’ve said it before: my favorite time to visit Paris is in the winter. Perhaps it’s because there is something gloomy about it, and Paris is the kind of place that seems like it should be a little bleak. That it, is a place that is beautiful enough to endure a little dusky desolateness, and perhaps is even a little more beautiful because of it.

There is so much about traveling that has changed since COVID-19 and all of its variants arrived on the scene.

Is there anything more European to do than travel by train? In America, passenger trains are few and far between. There is, of course, the ubiquitous Amtrak and in Flint, it serves as a jaunty way to visit Chicago. But other than that, riding the rails is a pastime that much of the U.S. has largely left behind.

When traveling, going to the beach is a holiday mainstay. Whether it’s heading up to northern Michigan, south to Florida or west to California, it’s difficult to beat a day in the sun, surrounded by sand and waves rolling into the shore. A quick dip, jumping in the surf, that first dunk underwater to acclimate yourself to its cooler temperature – all of these memories are part of the “day at the beach” experience. Pack a cooler, some towels, your favorite beach blanket, sunscreen, sunglasses, maybe a Frisbee to toss around … no matter where in the world you are, this is the standard for the perfect day in the sun.

Over the last 18 months, we’ve obviously not had as many opportunities to travel. We had rescheduled our trips multiple times, sent cancellation emails and made lots of heartbreaking decisions about where to go and when. And so it was that with a hastily assembled trip to the Netherlands, we found ourselves once again in the Venice of the North: Amsterdam.

On our first night in Rome, we were tired. The journey had included two masked flights, two times through airport security, a tense Customs experience with lots of verifying COVID vaccination and testing. So, by the time we landed in Italy, arrived at our hotel (via disgruntled taxi driver), checked in and unpacked, we were completely exhausted. And hungry.

Almost every time we go to Italy’s Amalfi Coast, we visit Capri. And every time we make that voyage, we regret it.

A few weeks ago, I read in an article online that Italy would be reopening to American travelers. No surprise – there were hoops to jump through, none insurmountable as far as I could tell. A COVID test to take pre-flight, the now ubiquitous mask that must be worn at-all-times, and of course the vaccine and proof thereof, which we had crushed enthusiastically into our passport wallets the very moment we received our second doses.

Being mostly homebound for the past year has kept my family’s travels limited to our car. And, I have to admit, there’s something about a road trip that is comforting. Something nostalgic, and at the same time immediately thrilling … but also kind of boring.

It has many nicknames, but the Big Easy seems to fit it best. Maybe it’s because it’s so simple to fall in love with. Or perhaps because it seems so effortless to slip into the rhythms of the city. Whatever the reason, New Orleans has a way of getting under your skin and staying with you, and then rolling out the welcome mat when you return.

One of the most positive aspects of living in Houston, TX is that with almost year-round high temperatures, you don’t mind escaping to someplace a little chillier for a holiday. The off-season then, is one of our best friends. It isn’t so painful to pack a heavy coat and hat when you know that upon your return in a week or so, you’ll be back in shorts and shirtsleeves.

I love to tell amusing stories from my travels – using the wrong words, making a silly assumption, putting my foot in my mouth or complaining about the heat, the number of steps, or the choice of hotel on a holiday. These anecdotes make readers smile, chuckle, remember a similar “fish out of water” experience they themselves had while traveling.