Vacations Blog

On Nov 24, Jimmy Buffett and the Coral Reefer Band are all set to bring Summerzcool to Madison Square Garden in New York City. The Summerzcool tour is heading towards a grand finale with the upcoming December release of Buffet Hotel - Jimmy Buffett’s latest album based on a musical experience he had in Timbuktu, Mali.

Summerzcool Tour, Jimmy Buffett

Parrotheads won’t mind shelling out for Jimmy Buffett tickets and checking-in for the Buffet Hotel experience at MSGNYC. But that’s not all a Parrothead does.

A loyal Parrothead, in addition to being a fan and groupie whenever possible, also must experience an authentic Jimmy Buffett-style state of mind on an island vacation. Where better to do this than in Hawaii?  Read More »

USS Arizona Memorial

Pearl Harbor is the #1 most popular tourist attraction on the island of Oahu, but that is not why I visited.  I’m not a history buff, or interested in war trivia, or necessarily drawn to hallowed ground, so that’s not why I went either.  I went because I know and love many men and women who have served in the Armed Forces.  I have dated them, sprung from their loins, even considered becoming one myself.  (That’s for a different website.)  And so when I had some time in my schedule on Oahu, I looked into visiting this national monument.

When I asked locals what I should know about going to visit Pearl Harbor, I was told without variation that I should “go early, to avoid the lines.”  The monument’s website is very clear about the process for your visit – pick up a timed ticket, wait in line, no bags or backpacks or even diaper bags allowed.  I succeeded in packing light, but not at arriving early.  I made it out to the visitor’s center at about 11:00 AM on a Friday in September.  There was no line.  I got a ticket for the tour starting in five minutes, so there was little wait.  And the center wasn’t very crowded, so the whole experience was…pleasant.

It is odd to say that this visit was pleasant because essentially you are visiting an underwater tomb. Read More »

Diamond Head - the peak is the edge of a huge crater

I didn’t do much research before I went to Oahu.  There, I said it.  I was fine just going with the flow, no guidebook to refer to, consulting the internet for information.  So when the airplane was touching down in Honolulu and my seatmate, a local resident, pointed out Diamond Head to me and said that you can hike to the top, I mentally put that on my to-do list.  Other island dwellers suggested I hike early, before it gets too hot, and at sunrise if possible.

No, not possible.  I was on the run from the moment I woke up until the moment I went to sleep every one of the few days I was there, so the best I could do was set my alarm for 6:15 on a Sunday morning, the day I was scheduled to catch a 12:30 PM flight.  My hotel was just a short ride from the Diamond Head Visitor’s Center, and my internet research told me the hike would be short, so I figured I could fit it in before breakfast.

And so I did.  And because I was not up there literally at the crack of dawn, I had a better time of it.  You see, this is one of those bus tour type of attractions, and that morning there were several on site with loads of tourists who had ascended to watch the sun come up.  I had the pleasure of greeting them all on their way down, which left a few stragglers at the top once I arrived, and even pockets of pure, quiet solitude. Read More »

What's your Twitter handle, pal?

Here’s how I learned to never underestimate a tourist attraction.

One advantage of being a social person is that I get to meet lots of different people and I’m not afraid to find out what their stories are.  I’m truly interested in them.  And because of that, interesting things come my way.  And so it happened that during my very short stay in Hawaii, I found myself in a submarine 107 feet below the surface of Waikiki bay.  And it was awesome.
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I love books.  I love guidebooks, too.  Nothing is more comforting when traveling than whipping out a guidebook and flipping through it to find what you’re looking for.  But on the way to my first visit to Oahu, I realized I hadn’t made time to get one.  I looked over the shoulder of the guy sitting next to me on the plane, considering asking him if I could look at his.  Turns out it didn’t matter.  I had my computer, my iPhone, and Twitter.

I spent my first day on the island without internet access on my computer, because I didn’t see the ethernet cable that my hotel provided for access in my room, and I never felt like schlepping my laptop down to the business center just to look up directions.   Luckily I was able to use my iPhone to Read More »

Aloha, hula!

Hawaii puts its rich cultural history on display for visitors in many ways, but once a year, they really pull out all the stops with the Aloha Festival.

On my recent visit to Oahu to explore the island and experience the festival, I was hosted by the very friendly and laid-back representatives of the Hawaii Convention and Visitors Bureau, so I had a bit of an inside look into how Hawaii is faring these days.  It was hard to tell that tourism is down.  Everywhere I looked there were tourists, and most of those were happy and smiling.  With perfect weather, lush surroundings, and gracious staff at almost every place I visited, how could one not be happy?

(Don’t forget, you  can enter to win a trip to Hawaii until October 23rd.  Details here.)

For a busy mother of two, this trip held lots of promise of down time and relaxation.  But.  Once I got to Hawaii and there was an undiscovered delight lurking around every turn, I found I couldn’t stop my mind from spinning even when my body was exhausted.  I only had just over three days there.  “I’ll sleep on the plane,” I told myself. Read More »

In years past, whenever I traveled to a new place, I shied away from popular activities and attractions, deeming them “too touristy.”  I’d comb the literature about the location, looking for the places the locals go, eschewing the tours, the long lines at the historical sites, the overcrowded chain restaurants.  “Bah!” I’d say, eager to dash down an alley or sample the freshest locally made fare.

As I’ve gotten older (ahem) and my available time has grown shorter, I’ve found that those tours can show you the major sites of a new city in a fraction of the time it would take to discover them by wandering around.  The chain restaurant on the corner is good enough when you only have a half an hour to choke down lunch because you want to explore another secluded beach.  The #1 most popular tourist attraction is #1 for a reason:  it’s awesome.

Sure, it sucks to have to join the wave of humans in the madding crowd, but when are you going to be back here again?  You might as well visit St. Paul’s Cathedral and wonder at the inscriptions in the crypt or inch up the impossibly endless spiral staircase.  Get a glimpse of Grand Canyon on your way across the country to start a new job.  Have a drink in the revolving restaurant at the top of the space needle.  Who cares if everyone else is doing it?  You haven’t done it yet.

I’ve found that when traveling alone, I’m more likely to wander off in the direction opposite the dense collections of people.  When I’m with my children, the conveniences of an inclusive tourist area prove themselves to be essential.  This afternoon on my own, while poking around the north shore of Oahu in my tiny, zippy rental car, I simply followed my whims and found myself on a fairly deserted beach with blown out swells and few locals swimming in the choppy surf.  The scene was breathtaking.  Nothing out there but ocean – vast, wide, pure aqua blue ocean.  The air smelled deliciously fresh and clean.  The sand massaged my feet.  The sun warmed my neck.  Not a tourist trap in sight.

Waialua Beach

But then I got hungry and I had to pee, so I got back in the car, a little bit sad that there were no familiar golden arches along the barren stretch of road that greeted me.  Just a little bit, though.  I wound up at a local spot famous for its saimin, and slurped down those salty noodles to my heart’s content.  To satisfy the tourist in me, I loaded up on tacky souvenirs at an outpost of the ubiquitous ABC store.

At this point in my life, it’s no longer “tourist vs. local.”  They’re both inside me, and I indulge each of them when the moments are right.