My Unlikely Introduction to Shea Butter at the Cape Coast Castle

My Unlikely Introduction to Shea Butter at the Cape Coast Castle

"So-jah!"

I glanced up from my orange Fanta. I had just become used to the fact that my name, when spoken, sounded like soldier.

Seeing no-one in my immediate space, I continued to nurse my soda. Seated at the Cape Coast Cafe, I had the perfect view. I watched the waves of the Atlantic crash against the brown boulders that encircled the Cape Coast Castle. Gray tufts of sea mist rose as a result of the spectacle. The salt of the ocean lingered on my lips. My book was purposely left behind, I promised myself I would watch, listen and take in this experience my first experience of Africa, traveling solo in Ghana, and accepting without distraction the beauty around me.

"So-jah!" I heard it again. Closer this time. Turning my back to the Atlantic, I spotted a remotely familiar face in this new and still foreign space.

"Can I sit?"

I shifted nervously trying to recall his name, place his face. He made himself comfortable before I had the time to reply.

"You look well So-jah. Ghana is agreeing with you."

"Thank you."

I searched my head for his name. The details were filling in slowly. He was a drummer, a Rastafarian, we'd met before here at the castle. He owned a shop with his brothers. They sold drums, gave drumming and dance lessons mostly to British and French tourists. We'd talked a few weeks ago when I visited the castle to buy souvenirs after work with some of the other volunteers at the orphanage. He asked me where I was from, grew excited when I said New York. He had just been there, had some cousins and a favorite uncle who lived in the Bronx. We talked about being vegetarians, about cooking with coconut oil. How could I have forgotten, it had only been about two weeks ago. He, like most of the people I'd encountered in Ghana remembered my name, looked me in the eyes with a warm smile while addressing me by name. I, like many Americans, like many Westerners, let names roll in one ear and out the other, became embarrassed and apologetic when confronted by my instinctive and dismissive behavior.

"I'm so sorry," I finally managed. "What is your name again?"

His name was Elaji. He lived in town. He was the youngest of seven siblings, four boys and two girls. His mother and grandmother owned the shop next to his. His father was from Burkina Faso.

We began to talk. Elaji ordered a bottled water. I had another Fanta. The waves crashed. Flies buzzed. Skinny stray dogs settled at our feet.

"How is business?" I asked.

The long breaks in our conversation unnerved me.

"Business for me is very good. " Elaji smiled.

His teeth were pointy. He slightly resembled a fox.

"So many English this time of year. They all want lessons. We have drumming and dance circles when the moon is full. You should come, they're here in front of the castle." He pointed with his water bottle to the open space before the castle.

"I'm not much of a dancer, but I'll come. I'd love to watch."

"You'll watch, but then you'll dance. You won't be able to stop yourself."

A hearty chuckle escaped my gut as I imagined myself gyrating and spastic, dressed in kente cloth, backlit by the glow of the full moon. It wasn't a pretty vision.

"I want to show you something." Elaji grew earnest.

"Yes?"

"Your face," he reached forward and touched my nose causing me to recoil alarmed.

"I"m sorry. Did that hurt?"

"No, I'm sorry. No, you didn't hurt me."

"I was saying your face is too dry. Your skin is peeling."

I gaped at his blunt observation.I touched my nose.

"I'm peeling because I lost my sunscreen in Accra before I came here and I haven't been able to find any more."

"Sunscreen?" Elaji's face wrinkled.

"You know, cream that protects your face and skin from the sun."

"That's what I want to show you." Elaji was all smiles. "My mother's shop has the cream for your face. Shea butter. In Ghana, we use Shea butter."

"Shea butter? I can't put shea butter on my face?"

"Of course. Why not?"

"It's too heavy. My skin will break-out."

"You don't have to worry about that. Shea butter removes blemishes."

"But it's greasy."

"Not at all."

"No, it's definitely greasy."

"Come, lets go to my mom's shop."

Skeptically, I followed Elaji's quick gait across the cobblestone road, through the gates of the Cape Coast Castle and into the shady courtyard that housed the artisan shops. I was led by hand into a small dimly lit nook. The three walls were lined with rickety shelves and stacked high with tubs of white, yellow and brown.

An attractive dark-skinned woman, popped out from behind a pile of cardboard boxes. She moved quickly, stepping forward and offering a greeting I didn't understand.

"Mama Sophia." Elaji proudly announced wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

I smiled. Mama Sophia wrapped me in a warm hug. She was simply stunning. Surprisingly petite, I was drawn in by her bright eyes and shining skin. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall. Her eyes danced with childlike joy.

Elaji exchanged slow words with his mother in Fante as she nodded and clicked her tongue in my direction.

"Sit." Sophia led me to a stool in the center of the room.

She had a metal basin of water. Using a cloth, she wiped at my face. I gripped the edge of my stool. Elaji appeared cradling a marble sized amber ball.

"This is black soap. It's good for your skin. You should use this. It works very well."

Before I had time to respond, Sophia was rubbing the black soap in enthusiastic circles around my face. She rinsed the suds then patted my skin dry with a towel.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Elaji was beaming.

It did feel good. My skin, heavy with humidity and sweat was breathing. It felt alive and light.

"Close your eyes." Elaji said, motioning to Sophia.

I did what I was told. Shea butter was massaged into my face under the direction of Sophia's firm hands. When she finished, I ran my fingertips across my forehead, swept them down my right cheek. My face wasn't greasy. My skin wasn't sticky, or heavy, it didn't feel clogged.

I watched for hours as Sophia packaged tubs of Shea butter, some prepared with a turmeric mixture others pure. Elaji translated as I fired away with questions. I stayed until the shop closed and left that evening with a tub of shea butter and a tub of black soap.

Figuring I had nothing to loose, I set whatever facial cleanser I brought with me aside and began my black soap and shea butter regimen.

I stopped peeling and didn't burn as badly. I didn't experience a single nasty blemish. Shea butter provided a layer of protection beneath the harsh Ghanaian sun.

I visited Mamma Sophia almost every day from that point forward. My serendipitous and unlikely introduction to Shea butter marked the beginning of my shift towards all natural and organic bath and body products and eventually fueled Touch of Ohm.

What discoveries have you happened upon on your travels?

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Zanzibar Spice Tour by Eco and Culture Tours

Memory, all alone in the moonlight, I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was let the memory live again. "- Musical "Cats" (sorry, was a theatre major, it won't happen again- at least not for a while)

Sharp green blades of grass prick your ankles. You're not quite certain how you came to be on the side of a small mountain. It is so green, the greenest green. Crayola hasn't even begun to capture green the way you see it. Standing amongst the hundreds of acres of wide open countryside you feel small and ethereal.

If waking up in charming historic Stone Town is a shock, finding yourself rambling meditatively through miles of some of the richest spice plantations the world has to offer, is astonishing.

This was where I found myself, three years ago, when a group of friends and I embarked on a Spice Tour in Zanzibar led by Eco and Culture Tours.

There are many spice tours in Zanzibar. Few of those tours rival the experience of Eco and Culture.

We were whisked away in an immaculate white van for an hours ride out of the city of Stone Town into what seemed the heart of the earth. The reddest roads, the greenest trees, the smell of fresh rain in the air revealed themselves in layers as our van plop, plop, plopped over potholes and rivets.

In a large open field we gathered. Our small tour was led through a cacophony of colors and textures. Cinnamon, black pepper, jasmine and cardamom scented the air. We rambled through forests and villages. We met smiling short haired children. We saw the most beguiling brown eyes, watched amazed as butterflies landed on our hands,  sampled tropical passion fruit, jackfruit, star fruit, and the fabled durian- have you ever tasted a gym sock?

Between stops beneath large shade trees, we learned of the many medicinal, culinary and traditional uses of the spices grown and harvested in the great green fields. We learned of Arab traders and African healers, of European exploration and the infusion of spices from India.

Three hours later, looking out over the distant hills and green spaces, a meal was prepared for us by local village woman. Shoes off, seated on colorful patterned blankets we filled ourselves with savory spiced beans, vegetables and squash until our fingers were tinged yellow with tumeric.

After lunch, a makeshift market was set up so we could purchase (very reasonably priced) spices, essential oils, and fruit. And before we could so much as look back, we were off. Downhill, our van sputtered, over red red roads, past green green vines, towards the narrow ancient charm of Stone Town.

As mosques signaled the call to evening prayer, we stepped from the van, havaianas meeting cobblestone, stars still in our eyes.

The setting sun illuminated our backs as we made our way down narrow slate streets, towards our small hotel with the iron balcony and tall blue doors. It had been a good day. A very good day indeed.

Info:

The BEST  Zanzibar Spice Tours are through Eco and Culture Tours

The tours are a half-day event and cost around $50.00 (this includes transport and a great meal you won't soon forget).

Eco & Culture Tours/ Zanzibar

P.O. Box 1390

Stonetown, Zanzibar

+255 242 233 731

ecoculturetours@gmail.com

*I am in no way, shape, or form being paid to promote Eco & Culture Tours. I am simply a dedicated enthusiast.

Do you have a favorite travel memory that invigorates your senses?

Exploring the Herbal Side of New York City's Botanicas

The air is musty, almost minty and decidedly green. A row of silver machetes hang above a circular wicker basket containing Nag Champa soap. Along the far wall are endless shelves of colorful candles adorned with images of patron saints and the deities of the Orishas. Herbal bath packets and glass tincture bottles fill tubs on the floor alongside statues of Ganesh, Buddha, the Virgin Mary, Yemaya and Jesus. At the checkout counter are endless herbal sachets promising wealth, health, beauty, and various other wishes. African masks with cowrie shells for eyes and ox fur for hair, some with mouth's sewn shut, others with, wait, are those human teeth?!?, leer at you from the wall behind the register.

Botanicas have become staples in New York's Afro-Latino Caribbean communities. Sanctuaries of healing,  Botanicas are a place to find medicines, novelties and comforts from the old country. Every Botanica is slightly different depending on the origin of the owner and community, but for the most part, Botanicas are small unassuming stores that stock alternative products such as herbal oils, ceremonial candles, herbs, amulets, ritual baths and plants often associated with Santeria and its many rituals.

A direct product of the African diaspora, Santeria is a fascinating belief system that combines the Yoruba religion of West Africa, Roman Catholicism and Native American healing traditions.

The herbal practices specific to  Santeria have evolved from the indigenous healing practices of West Africa and from the Native Americans. In Santeria, the two traditions are merged to create a powerful system of alternative medicine. At a Botanica you can find salves and teas, tinctures, oils and healing baths. There is a tremendous wealth of herbal knowledge in these unobtrusive storefronts.

The Afro-Latino communities in New York, mostly hailing from Cuba, Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic, Panama, Columbia and Venezuela have been relying on Botanicas for generations to assist with matters such as the common cold, arthritis, high blood pressure, hair loss, fertility issues, and issues related to love, finances, death and divorce. Botanicas are centers of hope and healing in these communities and provide a way for people to maintain a connection to the natural healing traditions from their homelands.

In a world where people are quick to pop a pill for every minor ailment, it's refreshing to see a return to tradition a return to the basics.

“You have any sugar?”

“No, no baby, I don’t got any sugar, but you can check next door. I got a good relationship with them.”

“How about honey?”

“Yeah, I got it. Just a second.”

“I’m in no hurry, take your time.”

The woman holding the white paper cup of tea, leans against some boxes beneath a row of alligator claws. Steam rises slowly and swirls before her face causing her black framed glasses to fog. She makes no attempt to wipe the lens.

“Can I help you?” The man in the white t-shirt says, eying me over quickly.

Beads of sweat have formed on the top of his bald head.

“I’m just looking.” I glance around hesitantly.

“Take your time.” He says before disappearing behind a dull red patterned curtain leading to a back room.

I walk by shelves stacked with china bowls and boxes of feathers. Drums and dried herbs hang above my head.

Having made my way to the back of the store, I try to take everything in, the amulets, talismans and masks.

The woman, whose long black hair is tied into a tight ponytail, breaks a leaf off of a nearby aloe plant allowing the clear slimy liquid inside to slowly drip into her cup.

Within seconds the man emerges with a plastic bottle of honey.

“A little more.” She directs as he squeezes the honey into her cup.

“That’s good.” She takes a small sip. “Thank you.”

The man disappears once more behind the curtain.

“I need some of that stuff for a sore throat. That powdered stuff you got. I think I’m coming down with something.” She calls towards the curtain.

The man returns with an amber jar and scoops a heaping tablespoon of what looks like ash into the woman’s tea.

“Thanks.” She smiles, swirling the wooden stir stick.

“Any questions?” The man looks at me.

“Yes,” I feel emboldened. “What remedies do you have for stress?”

Of course, there is a controversial side to Santeria, a world of ritual and conjuring, but as I have not been exposed to it, it is not my place to judge. I am however in absolute admiration of the herbal traditions of the faith and will make it my business to explore and support the Botanicas in my community regularly.

Below is a list of the Botanicas I visited for this post.

Botanica Universal

376 5th Ave, Brooklyn NY 11215 (718) 832-3606

C&G Botanical Inc.

1467 Nostrand Ave, Brooklyn NY 11226 (718) 282-9022

Botanica San Lazaro

3834 Broadway, NYC 10032 (212) 781-7131

Justo Botanica

1702 Lexington Ave, NYC 10029 (212) 534-9140

Five Inspiring Travel Memoirs Written By Women

Between my trips, adventures and sojourns, great inspiration is drawn through the exploration of  travel writing.

Travel memoir, where I have the honor to intimately experience a place, culture and space through the unique lens of another, is one of my favorite forms. Since it is not possible for me to be continuously on the road, travel memoirs allow my mind to travel freely while my legs are grounded.

When I approach the form, I look for pieces that shrink the world and provide inspiration for my dream journeys and voyages through sensory details.

Below are my recommendations for travel memoirs. All of the pieces are written by women. This was not intentional, it merely turned out this way. My suggestions are not meant to be book reviews, merely snapshots. For your convenience I've included links if you want to explore.

Five Inspiring Travel Memoirs Written By Women:

Kinky Gazpacho by: Lori L. Thorps

Tharps, determined and unyielding in her memoir, explores the boundaries (perceived and blatant) of race in America and in Spain as she details her experiences studying in Spain as a teenager. Humorous and at times heartbreaking, this coming of age piece is about exploring the limits of our comfort zones in order to see ourselves more clearly.

Stalking the Wild Dik-Dik: One Woman's Solo Misadventures Across Africa by: Marie Javins

This straightforward and honest portrait of Marie Javin's solo travels around southern and eastern Africa is brilliant. Javins is refreshingly honest as she chronicles her perceptions of a continent few are familiar with. Javin's descriptions of the landscape of Southern Africa made me yearn for Mozambique. The humorous situations she finds herself in made me laugh out loud often.

Tales of a Female Nomad by: Rita Golden Gelman

I'm infinitely inspired by this personal journey of Rita Gelman, a who sold her belongings, rented a storage unit and set off to travel the world. With an acute interest in culture, Gelman dives right in to the very core of the communities she visits. This piece is a window into the art of humility and self-reinvention. Gelman's writing is wonderfully reflective and lyric.

Agua Viva by: Clarice Lispector

Lispectors moving and strange piece reads at times like a guided meditation, at others like a meandering narrative poem,  and at others like a letter focusing on the importance of feeling, being, and experiencing life in the present moment. Stunningly descriptive and fluid, Lispector draws you into her world and experiences in a way that I've never been invited into the personal story of another. More of a journey into the self rather than a direct exploration of other places, Lispector is a lyric shaman.

The Chicken Chronicles: Sitting with the Angels Who Have Returned with My Memories: Glorious, Rufus, Gertrude Stein, Splendor, Hortensia, Agnes of God, the Gladyses, and Babe: A Memoir by: Alice Walker

I love Alice Walker. My first introduction to her non-fiction, I found myself possessed by Walker's keen insight, humor, activism and passion for cultural travel, writing and all things chicken. This piece is a love story; love of self, love of and respect for the earth and our connection to it and love, quite literally for a group of chickens. All over the place, yes, but trust me, it makes sense and you won't want to put this book down.

Spring break is approaching. If you find yourself in the comfort of your home, pick up a good travel memoir, find a quiet place, and allow yourself to roam.

Do you have a favorite travel memoir?

Winter Nuptials Beneath the Stars in the Catskills

There is a place in the mountains where the air is refreshingly crisp. Yesterday's snow lingers forming crunchy banks that glisten in the sun. It is a quiet place, a creative space, where one can withdraw from the outside world and engage their senses. It's a place of brooks and streams and nature trails; where the stars weave an elaborate story as they beam down from the velvety midnight sky. They call this place the Full Moon Resort.

I doubt I would have found my way here, high up in the Catskill mountains, miles past Woodstock on my own. While open to individuals in search of a relaxing weekend or week, the Full Moon Resort is best known as a place for retreats, workshops, music festivals, and weddings. I made my way up the side of the snowy mountain as a guest at a fabulous winter wedding.

My good friend and fellow blogger Tracy (of the IICD and Mozambican posts) chose the Full Moon Resort as the setting for one of the most beautiful weddings I've ever had the pleasure of attending. It was a full weekend affair, that began on a Friday with a bonfire and barbecue, continued on Saturday with the lovely nuptials in a beautiful converted barn, and culminated on Sunday with an afternoon brunch.

The intimate weekend was a special way to celebrate Tracy and her new hubby Mike.

Cell phones do not work at the Full Moon, there are no televisions in the country bed and breakfast style rooms. Guests were out and about, feet crunching through the snow, communing in nature, and catching quiet writing, reading and photography breaks. It was a weekend of love, friendship, and abundant creative inspiration.

With the snow-covered mountains in the close distance, the sound of babbling brooks, and the beautiful wintry scenery, the Full Moon Resort forms an ideal backdrop for winter nuptials beneath the stars.

The Full Moon Resort: 2 Valley View Rd, Big Indian, NY 12410. (845) 254-5117.

What is the most memorable thing you've gulped down on your travels? Giveaway Time!

Congrats - James, Krista, and Fred!!!! Tea is coming your way!!!

Dear Readers,

I've got a giveaway for you! This one is months overdue, as it was supposed to correlate with my Alaska posts in September, but I forgot. I put the goodies away, and as they say "out of sight, out of mind..." until now.

When I was in Alaska this Fall, I encountered a rich cranberry tea that is popular with locals. Cranberry's are abundant in Alaska during the warmer months and have been used for centuries to make aromatic teas that soothe the digestive system and cleanse the blood while providing tons of antioxidants and vitamin C. Most importantly, Alaskan Cranberry Tea is tasty and is a soothing way to begin or end your day (caffeine free).

I've got three packets to give away. All you have to do is answer the following question:

What is the most memorable thing you've gulped down on your travels?

Although it is tasty, the Alaskan Cranberry Tea isn't the most memorable thing I've ever gulped down during my travels. I think my favorite beverage was the warm mulled apple cider that I had while visiting my friend Lynne in Montreal. It was freezing cold outside and we entered the Jean-Talon market which smelled so amazing. Everywhere I went, my nostrils were met with the aroma of clove and cinnamon. Finally I asked Lynne what I was smelling and she told me it was a local cider. We popped into a shop, ordered a cup and it was unbelievably amazing. The apple cider was almost buttery, it was so rich and layered and mmmm.... I think about that cider often.

How about you?

Winners will be announced on Monday, March 11.

Stay Warm!

Sojourner

The Historic Sites and Landmarks in Brandywine, Maryland

Driving down the dusty dirt roads of Brandywine, Maryland, one gets the impression that not much happens here.

Established in 1873 as a railroad town, not much has changed since. It's a slow place, decidedly rural, sandwiched between two suburbs, one affluent, the other declining.

The Village of Brandywine, once defined by the railroad and a vast expanse of tobacco plantations, is undergoing a transformation. Once barren plantations are being developed into gated housing communities. Grandiose mansions adorn sprawling land that once housed modest farmhouses, barns, and shacks.

Brandywine is well on its way to becoming a mega-suburb. However beneath all of the new development and suburban shine, there lies a deeper story. Brandywine is home to  historic sites and landmarks that bear testament to its founding and early vision.

The site of a bloody slave rebellion in 1739, home to Francis Scott Key and John Wilkes Booth, Brandywine, Maryland has played host to a slew of significant historic moments and individuals.

If you should find yourself in Brandywine, Maryland, off of US route 5 and 301, you may find these sites fascinating:

Woodville Colored School

21500 Aquasco Road, Brandywine, MD

Built on two acres of land purchased by James Gray, a former slave, this one story, three room school served as the first school open to blacks in the area. Built by the Freedmen's Bureau in 1868, the Woodville Colored School was in operation until 1955.

Hidden behind two country homes, the school and its surrounding land is eerily vacant. I was free to explore and poke around. I was disturbed that this historic landmark was left unkempt and unguarded. A piece of history like this should most definitely be preserved and perhaps turned into a museum.

St. Thomas Methodist Church

18810 Aquasco Road, Brandywine, MD

Built in 1868, the St. Thomas Methodist church is a single story rural meeting house style church. I really had to search to find this property. It was down a winding dirt road, behind a farmhouse. There was no marker on the main road. How this structure is still standing, I have no idea.

It is dilapidated but completely beautiful with it's still intact stained glass and immaculate detailing (particularly around the windows). Why this church isn't preserved and used as a museum or presently as a church I completely don't understand. Come on Brandywine, where is your historical preservation society?

To the left of the church is an old cemetery with tiny headstones dating back to the early 1800's. It was a sacred quiet place that seemed forgotten by time. Standing on the property, you can almost imagine how it must have looked in the late 1800's, with the rolling green hills in the back and the clear blue sky above.

Chapel of the Incarnation

14070 Brandywine Road, Brandywine, MD

Built in 1916 by architect William J. Palmer, the Chapel of the Incarnation functions today as a church. It is a stunning Spanish colonial structure, slightly out of place amongst the old Victorian farm homes that stand guard over much of Brandywine Road.

You really can find some beautiful gems in the most unexpected of places. Brandywine, Maryland is one such unsuspecting locale.  This post is for Brandywine, a town in the midst of transition from rural to suburban, a town in need of historical preservation to ensure that her special places and quiet beauty are celebrated and appreciated.

Do you know of a small town with unsuspected history and charm?

Brunch and a Stroll in Old Town Alexandria

I am charmed by details. The subtle nuances that differentiate one place from another, one space, one moment from the next.

In many ways Old Town Alexandria, Virginia is a charming Southern colonial city, not unlike others. Upon closer inspection however, one notices the deep red brick of the row homes, the fading red brick of the road, the immaculate attention to detail- black iron sconces, olive-green window shutters, starched American flags billowing in the wind, and you realize you're in a very unique and special place; a tiny, sophisticated, literary, nautical, colonial city draped in red brick and set on the water.

About 30 minutes from my home in Maryland, Old Town Alexandria is one of my favorite places to spend a weekend afternoon. Old Town Alexandria has all the sophisticated perks of a city, beautiful boutiques, shops, restaurants, yoga studios, art, and parks, without the hassle and clamor of urban living. Old Town Alexandria is small, neat, quiet, and mannerly. There is always parking. It's the kind of place that makes me smile.

The afternoon was brisk, naked trees swayed, the water at the pier was still, almost black. Vapor billowed from the mouths of obediently tied Labrador Retrievers as they kept guard of their humans from their lamp posts, as they waited for them to finish fetching their morning tea or croissant.

This Sunday, I was in Old Town to meet my friend Tamika (the same Tamika from the Mozambique posts) for brunch. Arriving early, Ohm and I took a stroll to explore. Ohm hobbled along obediently for two blocks before dancing on his toes, hands raised above his head, imploring to be lifted. He was not in the mood to walk. I wanted to take pictures and he wanted to be carried. He got his way.

Old Town Alexandria is full of families. Baby buggies and dogs ruled the cobblestone streets. Couples walked hand in hand with their little-ones strapped close in their baby bjorns and ergos.

We met Tamika by the dock on The Strand, one of Old Town's main drags. After eying our brunch options, we settled on the Union Street Public House, it was lovely. I loved the mahogany wood interior and the brunch bread basket (piping hot buttermilk biscuits, sweet cornbread, and muffins). Restaurants in Old Town are ready for their tiniest diners. Union Street Public House was no exception. They had a simple children's menu, crayons and coloring books. Ohm was a happy little guy, which means I was a happy mommy. We took our time eating brunch and enjoyed a wonderful afternoon in Old Town Alexandria.

If you're planning a trip to D.C., Old Town Alexandria, Virginia  (located right across the Potomac- approx. 10 minutes away) is worth a stop.

10 Excellent Travel Tour Companies to Book Your Next Trip With

There is no right or wrong way to travel. The important thing is getting out there. If you find the prospect of planning a trip a bit daunting, or if the thought of being left to your own devices in a foreign country does not sound like an adventure, or if you have specific niche interests when you travel, seeking the services of a tour company may be the right move for you.

Tour companies come in all varieties, from luxury to budget, from adventure travel tours to food and wine tours. There are family friendly tour groups as well as tour groups for gay men and solo female travelers. Whatever your desire, whatever your pleasure, chances are there is a tour company that suits your needs.

Here are  10 excellent travel tour companies to book your next trip with:

1) Wander Tours

Focusing mainly on SouthEast Asia, Wander Tours offers unique cultural travel itineraries. There are specific female only tours, while others are co-ed. Wander Tours also sponsors culinary tours in the United States in Washington and Santa Fe.

2) Micato Tours

Have you always wanted to visit Africa, but the thought of roughing it in the Serengeti makes you nervous? One of the top luxury travel companies, Micato specializes in extravagant African Safari vacations.

3) Abercrombie and Kent

If luxury international travel is more your speed, Abercrombie and Kent has the right package for you. Abercrombie and Kent offers luxury tours to every corner of the globe. From New Zealand, to Antarctica, to Egypt, to Botswana, Abercrombie and Kent will ensure a first-class travel experience in comfort and classic style.

4) Henderson Travel

Henderson Travel Service specializes in quality, down to earth tours, the majority of which are to destinations in Africa and Asia. Singles, large groups, and families are welcome. Custom tours are available.

5) Cinnamon Traveler Tour Adventures

Cinnamon Traveler Tour Adventures focuses on key locations enriched by the African diaspora such as Brasil and Cuba. Other national destinations include Martha's Vineyard, Atlanta and New York (woot woot!). Whether you're interested in learning the Samba in Brasil or relaxing by the beach in Martha's Vineyard, Cinnamon is a unique company with an artsy edge.

6) Creative Culinary Tours

If you dream of experiencing the world through your sense of taste then Creative Culinary Tours is the company for you. Emphasizing the great culinary traditions of New England, these tours offer decadent meals and samplings and are open to families and travelers of all ages.

7) Classic Journeys

Classic Journeys captures the romance of travel. From tours through the colorful bazaars of Morocco, to wine tasting in picturesque Tuscany, Classic Journeys create itineraries sure to satisfy your wanderlust. Over 70 tours are offered throughout South America, Africa, Europe, and Asia.

8) Gadventures

If adventure travel is more your speed, Gadventures may have the perfect tour for you. Whether you're ideal vacation includes climbing the Canadian Rockies, surfing in Portugal or Hawaii, or trekking Australia's Outback, Gadventures boasts adventure iteneraries to every corner of the globe that will be sure to please.

9) Journeys for Families

Journeys for Families offers engaging tours for families with children of all ages. If you're interested in exposing your child to the world in a safe and fun environment, or are planning a multi-generational family trip, this tour company is a great resource.

10) I-to-I

I-to-I is a great company for college students and those on gap-year. Though you are welcome at any age, I-to-I's niche is the student travel industry. With offerings all over the globe, you can choose to combine volunteer work with sightseeing adventures. From working with baby lions in South Africa to elephant trekking in Thailand, I-to-I has a wonderful selection of tours, adventures, and volunteer projects that can be used independently or put together to create a custom travel experience.

Do you have a favorite tour company? *This is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Rat Rides the Subway

It is early and you're disoriented. Your boots clack as you make your way towards the end of the cement subway platform. There is a windy chill sneaking underground from a grate above you. As you take your place, coffee in hand, something catches your eye. A potato chip bag, a red UTZ bag to be specific, is moving in curious circles. It is most definitely not being propelled by the wind. Cautiously you step closer and realize the bag has a tail. You promptly back away, but you don't back too far away, because you still need to be at the end of the platform, you still have to make it from Brooklyn to the Bronx to lead a workshop that starts promptly at 8am.

You can't take your eyes off the bag. You watch it wiggle and sway, until out pops the culprit, a brown mid-sized rat. Not too large you note as far as New York City subway rats come, but not a small fellow either. Luckily, you're not afraid of rats, you regard him as entertainment. You are drawn in by his shiny little eyes and swear you can almost make out a set of delicate eyelashes. He's rather cute you think to yourself as he grips a potato chip in his front claws or paws or whatever rat hands are called. You can't help but think that if you were the little fellows rat mother that you'd probably name him Thistle, or Sage, or Buckley, or, no-you decide, Thistle, definitely Thistle.

You smile at Thistle as the train roars into the station. Thistle does not smile back, he looks terrified. The noisy clamor startles Thistle and as the doors open, he leaps into the train car ahead of you. As you make your way towards your seat you look for Thistle. Others are looking too. Most people attempt composure, pretend they are too cool to be ruffled by a rat, while others scream and jump on their seats in panic as young Thistle, at least you think he's young, scurries the length of the train car beneath the row of seats.

You smile. You root for your friend as a group of construction workers try to smash him.

Up and down the length of the car Thistle runs. Unaffected hipsters lift their boots to allow Thistle free rein. Men and women in suits hop from foot to leather clad foot as Thistle rushes past. A homeless man wrapped in a stained quilt tilts his furry head back and laughs a hearty toothless laugh.

"Yo, did you see that!" a group of teens bogged down by sagging backpacks runs to the opposite side of the car.

As the train screeches into Union Square, off Thistle bounds the moment the doors part, his wiry tail waving goodbye.

You grin as you sip your coffee and laugh with the strangers who share your morning commute. You could be anywhere this morning, but you're in New York, arguably the worlds most unpredictable city and you just rode the train with an unpredictable rat named Thistle.

*This is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Brooklyn's MoCADA

In an unassuming brick building in downtown Brooklyn, you'll find a cultural gem- The Museum of Contemporary African Diasporan Arts or simply the MoCADA.

The MoCADA is a vibrant and intimate museum space featuring paintings, photographs, sculpture, music, performance pieces, and installations that relate to the experience of the African diaspora as experienced in a contemporary context.

It is an incredibly unique space with a community feel. The one-story museum is small and is comprised of three main rooms in which to experience the exhibits.

Through the entrance you'll find the gift shop which is an experience in and of itself. The gift shop features an inspiring collection of books, art, jewelry, toys, crafts, and various other trinkets from local artists and artisans. It is a great place to shop for unique gifts and you'll be supporting local talent.

Located at (80 Hanson Pl Brooklyn, NY), admission is by donation. The MoCADA observes the following hours:

Wednesday 12pm to 7pm Thursday 12pm to 8pm Friday 12pm to 7pm Saturday 12pm to 7pm Sunday 12pm to 6pm

Best Healthy Snacks for Travel

Let's face it, travel can be exhausting. Between long dehydrating flights where you are served bland microwaved food, to lengthy road trips where the only places to pull over seem to have golden arches, travel can deplete your energy and vigor due to limited food choices. Eating a balanced diet on the road, takes much creativity and flexibility. Healthy eating on the road usually means a healthy satisfying trip, so get in there, sample local cuisine, do what you must on that long car ride, but fill in nutrition gaps with these healthy travel snacks. The Best Healthy Snacks for Travel:

1) Dark Chocolate Covered Espresso Beans- Dark chocolate is full of anti-oxidants and flavonoids. A mood enhancer and mild stimulant (due to the caffeine), dark chocolate covered espresso beans will leave you feeling invigorated and upbeat. These are the perfect treats at the end of a very long plane ride. Dark chocolate covered espresso beans will also hold you quite well if you are spending considerable time in a country where you will not be able to find chocolate deserts.

2) Chia Seeds- One tablespoon a day will keep you energized and feeling balanced. Chia seeds are chock full of omega-3's, iron, and fiber and are an excellent anti-oxidant source. Easy to pack (zip-lock bag) and non-perishable, these seeds will keep you going when there's a lack of nutritious food options.

3) Goji Berries- These little red dried berries are full of anti-oxidants and vitamin A. Goji berries contain a compound that serves as an immune system booster, an essential asset to travelers everywhere. Goji berries are super easy to pack (once again zip-lock bag in your carry on) and are non-perishable.

4) Almonds- Sweet, crunchy almonds are a great snack while on the road. Filling and hearty, almonds contain a slew of essential nutrients and vitamins such as calcium, vitamin E, folic acid, magnesium, and zinc. A handful of almonds are a great cure for a hunger headache. I keep a zip-lock bag full of almonds in my carry on at all times. Almonds taste great mixed with goji berries!

5) Seaweed Crackers- My son Ohm is addicted to these mineral rich treats. Rich in vitamins A, B and C, seaweed crackers are pleasantly savory and provide sustained energy and vitality. Seaweed crackers come in thin sheets that are non-perishable and can easily be placed inside a zip-lock bag and popped into a carry on.

6) Ginger Chews- Ginger is a wonderful digestive aid. Ginger treats annoying travel ailments like gas and nausea. Ginger chews (make sure you get real ginger root and not a ginger flavored candy) are small and easy to pack (as they typically come in a tin). Ginger also tastes great and is wonderfully satisfying for those with a sweet tooth.

7) Kale Chips- Can't find fresh vegetables on the road, no problem, kale chips to the rescue. Kale chips are marvelous! Each crispy dehydrated leaf is loaded with all of the vitamins and minerals you'd expect to find in the steamed version. Kale chips are rich in vitamin K, vitamin C, vitamin A, calcium, magnesium, potassium and copper. Easy to pack, Kale chips are a great way to eat your greens on the road!

8) Squeezable Fruit and Veggie Pouches- When you've got a little one, these pouches (there are many brands and varieties) are invaluable. My favorite brand is Ella's because of the many veggie combinations, the thick consistency  and because it's organic. Veggie pouches pack easily and are a wonderful way to ensure a balanced diet. Note, you must refrigerate after opening if your baby or tot doesn't finish the pouch in one sitting.

Exploring the world, doesn't have to mean compromising your health. Packing one or two (or heck- all) of these snacks can leave your mind, body, and spirit invigorated, healthy and vibrant the next time you travel.

What are your favorite travel snacks?

Champagne With A View At the Plaza Hotel

"Cheers."

We clicked our delicate flute glasses together with a 'ting'.

Veuve Clicquot tickled my tongue before sliding smoothly down my throat.

Krista and I had found the perfect remedy to enliven a frigid, slate, windy, and otherwise inhospitable Manhattan afternoon

Outside, wispy snow flakes tumbled from the sky, framing the base of Central Park with a soft haze.

Krista's clutch, black velvet and petite, glistened on the arm of her chair.

Our waiters shoes, shined to perfection, slid gracefully over the carpeted floor.

In the distance music played softly.

In the window, I smiled at our reflection. It was the perfect day to dust off my pearls.

It was a lovely afternoon.

New York had been a bully lately. Within the span of a week, the temperature dropped 40 degrees. Chilly blue skies were replaced by gray clouds and biting cold. Howling winds, slippery streets and a massive flu outbreak have made hibernating in my apartment, having food and wine delivered, and streaming Netflix a very attractive option. After a week of being a relative hermit however, cabin fever set in. I was itching for something fun to do.

Not enough snow to play in, too cold and wet to enjoy the outdoors, things looked bleak.

My friend Krista shared my weary winter blues and it was decided that instead of spending Saturday at home in our sweatpants with Netflix, we would go all out, get dressed up and enjoy a lovely (albeit cold) afternoon sipping champagne at the Plaza. It was the adult equivalent of a little girls tea party.

The Champagne Bar at the Plaza Hotel is a wonderful place to retreat to for a quick escape. Through the lobby and to the left, the champagne bar in all of its splendor, awaits you.

The ambiance is everything you would expect from the Plaza hotel. Elaborate crystal chandeliers hang gracefully above the immaculate marble floor. We lounged the afternoon away in plush velvet chairs, clinking glasses as we enjoyed our unobstructed view of Central Park and the line of Clydesdale carriage horses ready to chauffeur tourists to and from.I was the perfect escape!

The next time you're in Manhattan and find yourself on fifth avenue, why not treat yourself to a well deserved mini break from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Cheers!"

The Plaza Hotel (768 5th Ave, New York, NY 10019)

(Yes. We pulled out a pair of pink feathered boas.)

Game Time at Brooklyn's Barclays Center- Go Net's Go!

I am many things, a sports enthusiast I am not.

A resident of Clinton Hill, Brooklyn, I, like many of my neighbors watched with curiosity and some anxiety as our neighborhood underwent a massive change - the arrival of the Barclays Center Stadium. I watched the Barclays stadium grow, almost rod by rod. I watched my husband and his friends salivate and buzz with glee at the prospect of Brooklyn gaining its own NBA team. I watched, I waited, until one day in the early Fall it had transpired. Brooklyn was the home of a world-class, state of the art, arena.

Off we walked, one chilly evening, Mark, Ohm, and I (well, technically Ohm was carried), 15 minutes down Atlantic Avenue towards the Barclays Center to catch one of the first games of the season.

Whereas I wasn't particularly thrilled about the prospect of sitting through a basketball game, I was curious about the massive new stadium that had descended upon Brooklyn like a spaceship.

The stadium had garnered quite a buzz and not just from sports fans. There was a prominent roster of concerts that the venue was slated to host.

After making our way through the very long line that snaked around Flatbush, we were greeted by an ultra-modern, classy and clean event space that more closely resembled a fancy office building than a basketball arena. I was impressed.

As we made our way toward the concessions, I was astonished. Instead of the standard popcorn, hotdogs and soda, there were local gourmet food options including, sushi, Junior's famous deserts, Blue Marble Ice Cream, a fresh salad, a Habana Outpost stand and a host of other delectable local Brooklyn favorites. It was, minus the basketball part, my kind of stadium.

Our seats were comfortable as far as seats go. The game happened as far as games go. People cheered, players played and I read magazines and snapped pictures.

At 16 months, it was Ohm's first basketball game. He had a great time, as did the other children in the crowd. I was surprised to see so many little ones. As far as venues go, it was quite child-friendly (just be careful on the very steep stairs).

The Barclays Center did not disappoint! I look forward to visiting again. Only next time, I hope my visit will be for the purpose of  a concert or the circus as opposed to a basketball game...

The Barclays Center is located at:

620 Atlantic Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11217

Click here for a schedule of events.

9 Tips for Taking Your Toddler on a Road Trip

Traveling with your little one is a wonderful way to introduce them to the world. Road trips are an easy and enjoyable way to expose your munchkin to the many cities, towns and states that comprise the USA and perhaps Canada or Mexico too (how adventurous are you?).

During a road trip, you are the master of your itinerary. You're free to make as many stops and take as many detours as you need. With a little planning, you can transform your car into a comfortable homelike environment where your tot can feel relaxed and safe.

If you're ready to hit the open road with your little one, here are nine tips for taking your toddler on a road trip:

1) Turn your child's backseat area into a comfortable, stimulating, home-like environment. Grab a couple of his/her favorite board books and toys, a favorite blanket or snuggie and place them where they can be easily reached. Provide plenty of opportunities for self-entertainment.

2) Bring along a fun playlist or CD of songs your little one recognizes and adores. There are a lot of opportunities for fun and memory making here. Encourage your tot to have a dance party in his safety seat. You can do the same from the front seat (unless you're the one driving). Have a family sing-along. Whatever you do and however you do it, have fun.

3) Pack your  iPad or Tablet. My husband Mark and I spent a lot of time trying to keep Ohm awake on our last road trip. Kids love to sleep in the car which is lovely for adults but too much sleep can backfire at bedtime thus potentially throwing your entire schedule off. To keep him awake and lively, we played some of his favorite shows (a lot of Backyardigans and Sesame Street). We have an iPad holder that sits on the back of the driver's head rest- it's like gold. The iPod works well at night too if your child gets fussy in the dark. Pssst - the iPad works wonders on husbands as well.

4) Pull over often and let your little one stretch their limbs and run about. We pulled over every 2 1/2 to 3 hours.

5) Pack snacks! You can never have too many. Pack a good variety so your little one will have plenty of healthy options since road travel most often means fast food. Make sure to pack plenty of fluids and place them somewhere easily accessible.

6) Have an extra pair of clothes and several extra diapers and wipes on hand- you just never know. Between food, drink and bathroom accidents, you never know when an extra shirt may come in handy. You're not going to want to dig around in your suitcase. I turned my glove compartment into a mini diaper bag.

7) Dress your little one in soft comfortable clothes and layer. Depending on your trip, you may cross multiple climate zones. You'll want to be ready. Your little ones comfort and contentment is equal to your comfort and contentment.

8) Make your road trip educational and fun. Depending on the age of your child, you can plan to make stops at museums, zoos, national parks, and cultural sites of interest. Pulling over to pick peaches at a farm in Georgia for example is a great way to teach your child about regional fruit and is a wonderful form of exercise after spending hours in the car. If your tot is really small, simply making an educational game out of identifying all of the familiar objects will entertain them. "Look, a tree! T is for tree, t-r-ee. Look, a truck! T is also for truck, vroom vroom - etc."

9) Take time for yourself! Listening to Sesame Street for hours on end, or to your child's favorite Raffi CD on loop can take its toll on your sanity. There is nothing wrong with silent breaks, or listening to your music while your child self-entertains. Encourage independent play! When your little one does fall asleep, and they will thanks to the lull of the car, make sure that you take time for yourself. Engage in an adult conversation, listen to the music you like, if you're in the passenger seat take a nap, it will save your sanity.

Taking a road trip with a toddler is not without its challenges, but it is well worth the effort. With a little planning, a little creativity and a little ingenuity, you can build memories and explore the world together.

Have you traveled with a tot?

Broadway Week/ Restaurant Week- It's Time to Visit New York!

The ornately ensconced lights were deliciously dim. Excited chatter filled the space around me as I sunk into the plush seat. With an air of quiet dignity, the curtains parted revealing a beautifully detailed, expertly lit set, a grand replica of the interior of a Victorian era brownstone.

The Heiress, a period drama set in 19th century New York City is the story of Catherine Sloper, a young woman of great affluence and fortune whom despite her training and exposure, has grown into a shy, reclusive, awkward creature.

Catherine’s disposition is distressing to her father, a prominent New York physician who wants nothing more than for his daughter to blossom into a witty, charming, fashionable beauty. Desperately seeking her father’s approval, her attempts to please him succeed only in driving him away.

Just when we think our protagonist is doomed to a loveless life of needlepoint and cats, the debonair Morris Townsend shakes up the foundation of young Catherine’s world.

The result is a sharply executed multi-layered story with universal appeal.

The Heiress stars Jessica Chastain (Academy Award® nominee for The Help), David Strathairn (Academy Award® nominee for Good Night, and Good Luck), Dan Stevens (Matthew Crawley on Downton Abbey) and Judith Ivey (two-time Tony Award® winner).

The Heiress plays through February 10^th 2013 at the Walter Kerr Theatre (219 West 48th Street, between Broadway and 8th Avenue)

This is one of the best times to take advantage of Broadway. Broadway Week is in full swing. During Broadway week, you can buy one ticket and get the second free. It’s a great way to grab a friend or a date and discover a new favorite show. It also turns out, that New York City is in the middle of Restaurant Week 2013 which is always a great excuse to dine and wine yourself into a food coma. During Restaurant Week, some the city’s best restaurants feature discounted Prix-Fixed menus. The fact that these two events overlap is very good news for you when it comes to planning and enjoying a great night out in Manhattan.

Here’s what you do to take advantage of Broadway Week tickets:

Broadway week runs January 22^nd-February 7^th.

The Heiress is my current top choice when it comes to plays but there are so many others.

Click here to see a list of participating shows and to purchase tickets.

Here’s what you do to take advantage of Restaurant Week:

Restaurant Week (which is more like Restaurant Month) runs from January 14^th-February 8^th

Click here to see a list of participating restaurants and to make reservations.

*I’d like to thank BlogHer, Have to Have, and Serino Coyne for sponsoring my fabulous Night on Broadway!

What's your favorite show of the moment?

What is Savannah, Georgia Like?

 

At first glance:

Pulling off the I-4 I had to do a double take. We were suddenly and inexplicably surrounded by darkness. I looked at the dashboard, it was 9:30 pm, I looked out the window again, the streets of Savannah, Georgia were deserted. I was unnerved. Then there was the sound, “scccccccccccccccrrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttttttttccccch,” as droopy mossy vines scratched against the top of our car. It was ghostly.  The hair on the back of my neck was at full attention.

“I don’t know about this Savannah business.” I whispered to my husband Mark as we unloaded the car and made our way to the dimly lit hotel.

As far as cities go, upon first impression, after dark, on a Thursday, Savannah was full of shadows and low empty places.

Then:

By seven o’clock the next morning, the sun was out, the birds were singing, the breeze was slow and warm, and Savannah presented herself vibrant and welcoming.

People strolled the cobblestone streets with their morning coffees. Dogs were walked, baby strollers were pushed, there was life here.

Historic Savannah was alive and radiating splendor.

Savannah is a romantic portal into the past!

The city is compact and perfectly planned for pedestrians. Elaborate parks and green squares pop up every few blocks. Winding along wide cobblestone paths you’ll find historic plaques commemorating landmarks many with their original wood and brick details. Ornate statues decorate beautiful circular green spaces, dotted with sweeping willows and mossy pines. Savannah is artfully preserved and meticulously maintained.

*Note: Pushing a stroller over those cobblestone streets is a workout!!!!!

The streets of Savannah are wide and sprawling. Row houses, restaurants and boutique shops give the city a sophisticated and aged air.

The Savannah waterfront is simply stunning. There is something to be said about old cities set on the water, they rarely disappoint. There is an easily accessible walking path that will lead you past candy shops and taverns, galleries and restaurants. The aroma of sweet pralines fills the wafting air.

Every few blocks, Mark dashed out of a shop with a hot buttery sample of praline brittle. Savannah’s praline brittle, when done well, melts in your mouth- a sweet and salty buttered symphony unfolds. You can’t help but smile as you continue your walk, between the breeze and the water, the praline brittle and the beautiful shops, it’s almost enough to compel one to skip and hum.

Savannah, Georgia is easily one of the most beautiful colonial cities in America boasting the best of Southern hospitality and charm and gorgeous architecture. Savannah bears witness to centuries of history and is a hub of modern innovation. Long story short, I love Savannah!

Savannah, Georgia is:

Charming

Savannah was one of the most polite cities that I have ever visited. Everywhere doors were held and people nodded and drawled happy greetings. It was warm without being false, without condescension. Savannah is refreshing.

The Most Haunted City in America

If you think about it, it makes sense. Between the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, Slavery, horrible malaria outbreaks, the phenomena of “strange fruit” hanging from trees, Savannah has seen its share of horror, anguish, and bloodshed. She is a pretty lady with a very dark side, thus earning herself the distinction as America’s most haunted city.

There is no shortage of ghost tours in the city. Some are by foot, others by carriage, one took tourists around in a Hearst (eek).

A Stunning Spectacle

A History Lover’s Treasure Chest

One of America’s first planned cities circa 1733; my history geeky tendencies were over-stimulated in Savannah.

Originally the home of the Yamacraw Indians, Savannah was transformed into a prized and productive British colony.

In 1779, during the American Revolution, Savannah was the setting for the pivotal Siege of Savannah, where American and French troops fought in vain to reclaim the city in one of the bloodiest battles of the American Revolution.

After the revolution Savannah thrived. Thousands of slaves from West Africa landed on the port of Savannah, where they were forced into brutal labor. Savannah is the location of one of the largest slave auction sites in the U.S. Savannah slaves cleared land, tended cattle, engaged in farm labor and worked on the notoriously dangerous rice and cotton plantations. Benefiting from the institution of slavery, the city rose to great power and prestige, only to fall towards the end of the Civil War during Sherman’s March to the Sea, when the port of Savannah was overcome by Union forces crippling the city’s industry.

Savannah was at the center of the Civil Right’s movement. The city saw lynchings and a great deal of Ku Klux Klan activity. With a large and active black community, protests among black community leaders, demanding fair treatment during the Jim Crow years date back to WWII.

Integration was a struggle in Savannah, as was moving forward, but the city has grown into a small and relatively diverse (Savannah boasts a large South Asian population) and progressive city of the New South.

Today, perfectly restored, Savannah holds her own. She holds her past, but most importantly, she holds the promise of a bright future.

A weekend in Savannah may result in the need to buy new pants!

The people of Savannah, Georgia eat well. They eat very well indeed. When I hear the term “down home cooking,” Savannah is what comes happily to mind.

After all, Savannah is home to celebrity cook Paula Dean. She has a beautiful shop in the center of downtown, boasting sweet, succulent goodness.

Local eateries abound on every corner with down-home Southern touches that are soul stirring and rib sticking good.

You can’t visit Savannah, without sampling one of their famous praline’s (most commonly found in the form of a pie, or a brittle candy.  You must also have some peach cobbler.

When it comes to establishments, my brunch recommendation is Goose Feather's Cafe. The line wraps around Barnard Street, but moves quickly and is well worth the wait. Everything at Goose Feathers is baked fresh on the premises. You’ll find classic sandwiches, French baked goods and Southern favorites. Goose Feather’s boasts itself to be the home of Savannah’s original Whoopie Pie. Mark and I ordered croissant sandwiches, Ohm had a quiche and we all shared a sticky sweet praline bun. It was all, really good. The expresso drinks were piping hot and strong. The ambiance was quirky and bright Goose Feather’s Cafe was a delicious win!

Long story short, Savannah, Georgia is a wonderful city to visit and explore y'all!

Have you been to Savannah?

What is Charleston, South Carolina Like?

Not too long ago, we took a road trip from Brooklyn, New York to Orlando, Florida. It was interesting, especially with a little-one in the back seat. Often entertaining, at times monotonous, we passed many towns and cities along the way as we scuttled down I-95 S. One city that thoroughly stood out as we made our way deeper south was Charleston, South Carolina.  

Charleston is beautiful!

Strolling through downtown Charleston, one truly gets a sense of the old south. Immaculately preserved historic architecture proudly bears witness of Charleston's vibrant (and at times dark) past.

On historic Rainbow Row, you'll glimpse 18th century Georgian townhouses.

On gorgeous Battery Row, you'll find towering waterfront mansions.

The city of Charleston has no shortage of public gardens and green spaces. I loved the seemingly tropical surprise of palm trees set against elegant colonial architecture.

Charleston is elegant!

Downtown Charleston is full of dainty and eclectic boutiques. A city on the water, gracious mansions with ornate lighting fixtures pose before the gentle lapping of the Charleston harbor.

Horse drawn carriages carry tourists around town and along rustic cobblestone streets. Charleston knows how to eat!

You will find no shortage of great food in Charleston. From savory barbecue to fine French dining, Charleston has a rich culinary tradition.

We enjoyed a wonderful dinner at Rue De Jean per my friend Susan's recommendation. Rue De Jean was cozy and intimate. The service was wonderful and our dinner and dessert were spectacular. Despite being a relatively upscale eatery, they were ready for Ohm, presenting him with a high chair and crayons and a gourmet kids menu. They even warmed some milk up for us to go at no extra charge- mamma loves that!

Charleston is a modern city, with a deep and at times dark past.

Charleston is a surprisingly hip and modern city with an old and layered soul.

Modern art boutiques boasting everything from blown glass jewelry to oil paintings depicting the lives of the Gullah people and elaborate polo matches can be found throughout the city.

Locals, stroll the streets with yoga mats slung to their backs, lattes in hand, or on bike. Downtown Charleston is very walkable. As a walkable city, where people spend a lot of time outside, it is also fashionable. This wasn't a sweatpants and sneakers type of place. Charleston loves Vera Bradley. There was a lot of floral- a lot!

Charleston has always fancied itself a fashionable city. It was on the streets of Charleston two centuries ago, where Southern belles donned corsets and parasols and showed off their finest silks and satins. Charleston's past isn't all fashion, mirth and fluff  though.

It was at the ports in Charleston, South Carolina where numerous slave ships docked, bringing human cargo from West Africa to the Southern states. Over 40% of slaves brought to the American colonies, passed through Charleston, South Carolina. Charleston's economic survival as a colony and later as a state was secured on the backs of these slaves, most of whom worked the dangerous rice plantations. The reminders are everywhere, from the sprawling plantations, the prominent Gullah culture, the civil war monuments to the Confederate soldiers who perished in "The War of Northern Aggression," and in the confederate flags that defiantly wave beneath the mild blue sky. Dixie devotion runs strong.

Charleston is an interesting city. Progressive and polite at first glimpse, it is an affluent and historic cookie cutter marvel, yet despite the surface polish, one can't help but notice the distinct difference between the haves and the have-nots. Where in many modern cities, you will find diverse groupings of people from a variety of socio-economic and cultural backgrounds, downtown Charleston was quite homogenous leaving one to wonder how far this city has truly evolved from its early days.

Overall, the city of Charleston has a lot of strengths. What is Charleston, South Carolina like? It's a living window into America's past.

Charleston is a great city to visit if you're a history buff, a shopper, a foodie or in search of a  quick weekend getaway or place to pull off the road during your next road trip!

What are your impressions of Charleston?

Road Trip South from New York to Florida

Contrary to popular belief Americans do travel. Though not overwhelmingly visible overseas, there exists a national preoccupation the good ole' American Road Trip. Chances are, if you're an American, you've experienced this phenomena in some form or fashion, whether it's a drive from Ohio to Indiana to visit grandma,  a weekend trip from California to Las Vegas, or a true blue cross-country drive from Washington State to Maine.

My first road trips manifested themselves as treks from Rochester, New York to Southern Maryland to visit my grandparents. My first major road trip came in college, when a group of friends and I drove from Niagara Falls, New York where we went to school, to Opelika, Alabama to participate in a protest. That was an invigorating ride. A bunch of college kids crammed in a van, swapping stories, snacks, singing songs, taking pictures. I was fascinated by the culinary differences as we forged further south, food became heartier, more savory, and came in enormous portions usually drenched in sauce. One of my favorite road trips was a simple drive up the California coast in 2002, when a friend and I took the long way from San Francisco to Los Angeles. As an east coast girl, I was romanced by the landscape. The colors were so vibrant, the contrast between the ocean and the hills took my breath away. I remember falling in love with the exotic breezy Californian coast.  One of the beautiful things about the vast land mass that is America, is that you don't have to leave the county to experience different climates, geographic phenomena, cultures, food, sights and sounds. The deserts of New Mexico after all, can be a life altering exotic experience to a person from, say, Harrisburg, PA.

For the holidays, my husband and I found ourselves hitting the open road on a sojourn southwards, one that took us from Brooklyn, New York to Orlando, Florida. It was a beautiful ride. I was able to knit two scarves. I was able to throw my head back while waving my bare feet out of the window beneath the warm southern sun. I sang (much to the annoyance of everyone else in the car) at the top of my lungs to every playlist on my i-phone. There were many wonderful stops along the way, including Christmas with family at our home in Brandywine, Maryland, an idyllic afternoon in Savannah, Georgia,  a sophisticated evening in Charleston, South Carolina, and ringing in New Years with Mark's family in Orlando, Florida.

In many ways, this post could be called "A Tale of Two Americas." That small mid-Atlantic stretch along the I-95, illustrated the cultural and regional diversity that makes America so fascinating and complex. Neighbors by proximity, the cultural, linguistic, and geographic distinctions that divide the borders between the north and the south can create the feeling at times that one is exploring a foreign and exotic new world. On the southern side, life moved slower, the sun warmed the winds as if it were spring, anything it seemed was game to be killed and barbecued,  moss draped elegantly from low languid trees,  regional pralines were a prized delicacy and everything seemed to be followed with a sweet drippy "y'all."

Our journey took 72 hours each way as we took our time exploring  the sites and cities that sparked our imagination. We were also totting a 16 month-old backseat driver who was just as curious as we were about our Southern neighbors and their usually refreshing brand of hospitality.

If you find yourself traveling south along I-95, you may want to check out:

George Washington's birthplace in Westmoreland County, Virginia

Richmond, Virginia (check out Monument Avenue)

Charleston, South Carolina (enjoy a lovely meal by the water, or check out the fancy shops and boutiques near the University of Charleston)

Tuskegee Airman Monument in Walterboro, South Carolina

Koger Plantation in Dorchester County, South Carolina

Frampton Plantation House in South Carolina

The Kingdom of Oyotunji: An African Kingdom in South Carolina

Savannah, Georgia (head downtown to Historic Savannah, and check out the restaurants and shops along the water)

Daytona Beach, Florida (DOLPHINS! Romantic sunset)

For tips on how to plan your next road trip, visit www.roadtripamerica.com.

Happy Trails!

Happy Holidays from a city mouse and a country mouse!

Since I am both a city mouse and a country mouse, I would like to take a moment to wish you a merry Christmas from New York:

and

Brandywine:

Happy Holidays!