The last time I was in Belize, in 1991, I sat in a kayak as the rasta man in the power boat towing me back to land leaned over a fuel can with a long ash dangling at the end of his fat spliff.
The sweat streamed down my face as we hiked through the jungle to look for our orange-haired cousins who, despite the resemblance, bear no relation to our current president.
Eating pizza in Buenos Aires, the land of empanadas and humongous slabs of beef? That may not be how you would expect a walking-eating tour to begin in this, the most cosmopolitan city in South America.
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Imagine the canyon country of southern Utah dotted with world-class wineries and Spanish Colonial architecture.
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How could such a small country, only about 30 miles wide at its narrowest point, offer such a variety of experiences and activity?
After a week of snorkeling, kayaking, overeating, and cruising the Panama Canal, we are back in Panama City, which would now be near the top of my short list of favorite cities if it wasn’t for its overbearing heat and humidity.
In some respects Panama City feels very familiar — skyscrapers and traffic like Manhattan (but no pastrami); skyscrapers and humidity like Miami (but no pastrami).
Who could resist the fine wines constantly thrust your way on this 7-day wine-themed cruise down the Rhone River in France? Not I. It would have been impolite to refuse. 
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Well, not on the road exactly, but on the river, the Rhone River from Lyon to Arles through the heart of French wine country.
The North American Travel Journalists Association has just announced the results of their annual competition, and once again, I have won a Gold Medal in the 50+ Travel and Travelers category.
