Secrets of the Sacred Valley of the Incas

Anyone making their way to Machu Picchu must first traverse The Sacred Valley of the Incas (Valle Sagrado de los Incas), and we were no exception.

But this was no tedious trek, it was a fascinating adventure in its own right.

Join us as we visit the people, the food, the culture and the spectacular natural and ancient beauty of… CONTINUE READING >> 

Anyone making their way to Machu Picchu must first traverse The Sacred Valley of the Incas (Valle Sagrado de los Incas), and we were no exception.

But this was no tedious trek, it was a fascinating adventure in its own right.

Join us as we visit the people, the food, the culture and the spectacular natural and ancient beauty of… CONTINUE READING >> 

Living on the Edge of Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way

Where is the edge of the world?

In the literal sense there obviously cannot be one on this sphere we inhabit, but figuratively, and also in a very real way, several spots where the last bit of land holds forth against the sea certainly feel like the brink.
The Dingle Peninsula on Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way thoroughly captures this sensation… CONTINUE READING >>

 

Where is the edge of the world?

In the literal sense there obviously cannot be one on this sphere we inhabit, but figuratively, and also in a very real way, several spots where the last bit of land holds forth against the sea certainly feel like the brink.
The Dingle Peninsula on Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way thoroughly captures this sensation… CONTINUE READING >>

 

Living Like an Empress Dowager at Beijing’s Summer Palace

The Summer Palace lies on the northwest edge of Beijing, China by Kunming Lake, in what used to be countryside.

As the name implies, it was the imperial getaway from summer in the city, but palace only describes a part of this place… CONTINUE READING >>

The Summer Palace lies on the northwest edge of Beijing, China by Kunming Lake, in what used to be countryside.

As the name implies, it was the imperial getaway from summer in the city, but palace only describes a part of this place… CONTINUE READING >>

The Oddest Art at the Louvre in Paris, France

We don’t know art, but we know what we like.. and we like it weird!

Traipse along with your GypsyNesters as we scour the Louvre for the strangest masterpieces we could find…. CONTINUE READING >>

We don’t know art, but we know what we like.. and we like it weird!

Traipse along with your GypsyNesters as we scour the Louvre for the strangest masterpieces we could find…. CONTINUE READING >>

How to Save Money on Travel Once You Turn 50


Turning fifty sucks, but there is a silver lining!

Not gonna lie, turning fifty was not our favorite thing in the world. Not even close.

Your GypsyNesters heroically sift through all the fabulous travel savings you receive — just by being “of a certain age” — so you have it at your fingertips.

And for your bookmarking pleasure… CONTINUE READING >>


Turning fifty sucks, but there is a silver lining!

Not gonna lie, turning fifty was not our favorite thing in the world. Not even close.

Your GypsyNesters heroically sift through all the fabulous travel savings you receive — just by being “of a certain age” — so you have it at your fingertips.

And for your bookmarking pleasure… CONTINUE READING >>

So I Broke Down and Tried Botox (please don’t judge me!)

I’m a squinter. Always have been. My Grandma used to caution me, “Quit doing that – your face will freeze that way!”

In my twenties, David would affectionately tease me about my “worry line.” He would always know when something was amiss, all he had to do was look between my eyes.

Fast forward thirty (or so) years and, still, I squint on. The squinting’s worst when I’m writing – I don’t even realized I’m doing it.

And Grandma was right, my face… CONTINUE READING >> 

I’m a squinter. Always have been. My Grandma used to caution me, “Quit doing that – your face will freeze that way!”

In my twenties, David would affectionately tease me about my “worry line.” He would always know when something was amiss, all he had to do was look between my eyes.

Fast forward thirty (or so) years and, still, I squint on. The squinting’s worst when I’m writing – I don’t even realized I’m doing it.

And Grandma was right, my face… CONTINUE READING >>