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It doesn’t hurt, though, especially since it looks pretty steep, even if you’re not going for the movie-star treatment.
Funny, when I think of dreamy places to tie the knot, Venice, Italy, doesn’t spring to mind.
I confess my my reaction also stems from the vicious case of food poisoning I got there during my junior year abroad in college. Minutes after downing a burger at a bar, it refused to stay put.
So I got hitched in Venice, too — to a toilet. Actually a hole in a tiled floor closeted off from the rest of the bar. With indentations in the tile for better foot placement. No matter. I sank to my knees (mostly because I couldn’t get up), grateful to have it all to myself.
Anyway, the Clooney nuptials apparently are clocking in at around $1.6 million. I have to admit it all looked divine; and at that price, why not?
If you have your heart set on the place for your big day, it’s doable. But, again, not cheap by any means.
You don’t need a three-day Clooney wedding extravaganza, but of course it would be nice to have a few days to sightsee.
No matter when you go, expect to pay over $1,000 round-trip a person from say, New York to Venice. You might be able to shave a bit off by flying to London and then taking a budget flight on Ryanair or easyJet to Italy.
The Hotel Cipriani, where some of the Clooney party stayed, will run you at least $2,500 a night. Thankfully, I’m told you don’t need to stay there to have a meal or a drink.
The Aman Candal Grande Hotel, where the symbolic wedding was held, is $1,000 a night in the off-season.
That was followed by an official ceremony at Venice’s city hall, apparently a popular option with regular folks. Here’s what caught my eye — looks pretty expensive. There are services that apparently can help. But they look pricey, too.
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Happy that my visit to the symphony made it onto one of my favorite sites, The Bark.
It was worth the schlep.
Take this quiz. It’s fun, and just might prod you into exploring some new horizons on that next trip.
I’m India. Not surprising, since I’m a fool for yoga and curry. Mitch joked that the only reason I included it on a round-the-world trip a while back was because I was going for the grub.
True, but the visit turned out to be a lot more delicious than that.
Meet Edie, the mascot at the Fairmont hotel in Pittsburgh. Or, to use her formal title, “Canine Ambassador.”
Look closely at this boxer/lab mix and you’ll see her tail is bent. Apparently this rescue pooch was hit by a car as a pup and that’s the way it healed. Fortunately, so did she.
Edie — named for Edie Sedgwick, close gal pal of one of Pittsburgh’s most famous natives, Andy Warhol — began her schooling as a service dog. She was a little too gregarious and not serious enough for the gig, so she flunked her way into the hospitality industry.
A much better fit for this laid-back, human-loving canine. She’ll take you for a stroll around downtown Pittsburgh, or is happy to hang out when you feel like taking a meeting break.
Edie is a reminder that the Fairmont is a pet-friendly hotel.
She also has her own email and Facebook page.
And here I thought my stay in an art gallery was exotic.
It would be nice if the restaurant were open all night.
Not only do I shop IKEA for their furniture that sometimes looks better than it holds up (maybe the assembler’s to blame — it wasn’t me; I’m not good with anything involving more than one part, like drawers.)
But I confess, I actually like their Swedish meatballs and chocolate.
Where’s the craziest place you’ve ever stayed? I’d like to know.
If you know anything about me, it’s that chocolate is my vice.
Everything I learned about beer was gleaned while living in Australia, where they take their brew very seriously. I could never keep up. It’s a safe bet even infants there can drink me under the table. And that’s perfectly fine. To be honest, I don’t like the taste, and would rather save the calories for hot fudge.
But I’d been hearing a lot about a relatively new cool place to stay. Cool because it’s the brainchild of the folks that brought the nation DogfishHead craft beer.
Craft is buzz for specially concocted. Experimental. In other words, not your father’s — or even necessarily your neighbor’s — beer.
Dogfish’s motto is “off-centered ales for off-centered people.” Anything with natural origins is fair game, including, raisins, maple syrup, and according to this surprisingly riveting interview with the founder, human saliva.
Their Namaste brew caught the attention of this yogi. Hints of lemongrass and coriander. Hmmmm. A little natural high along with the alcoholic one?
Lest you think this is all impossibly pretentious hipster schtick, the founder insists the gimmicks actually taste swell. And that’s why enthusiasts like the stuff.
What’s it up against? The beer industry in general. Microbreweries, the little guys, are said to be a small part of the overall market. And there are hundreds of them vying for tastebuds. Sobering stats.
Dogfish is apparently spreading like the contents of an overturned beer bottle. Thirty states, says the founder. And raking in the millions.
Not exactly Anheuser-Busch. But not bad for a company that started less than a decade ago by a young guy studying creative writing at Columbia University who liked tinkering with a home brewing kit.
Which brings us to Delaware, where Dogfish is made. The southern part of the state that hugs a bay and the Atlantic Ocean is home to the brewery; a brew pub where you can eat and drink; and now, an inn close to all that action.
The Dogfish Inn is in Lewes. Clever choice. Place has been popular for a long time. There’s a lot of history, along with proximity to a state park along the water that’s been in vogue since the days of William Penn. You know you’re in Delaware because the park sports a meeting center named for VP and favorite son Biden.
Back to the inn. At first glance, I thought: Since when does a place that looks like a gussied-up budget motel have the audacity to call itself an inn? With a hoity-toity price tag to match?
I soon ate, or should I say, drank my words, when I took a closer look. Pretty classy.
The happening design is straight outta Brooklyn. With name-brand mattresses and blankets.
A nifty place for all your gear.
Soap made with beer.
And coffee blended with malted barley, served in the adjoining cottage. But be advised you can’t get an actual beer here — though you’re more than welcome to bring some back from the brewery or a retail shop.
You can also curl up with a good book from the cottage library, curated by famed indie bookstore City Lights of San Francisco.
The Dogfish Inn is also dog-friendly.
Worth the price of admission right there, I’d think, if you happen to be a Dogfish enthusiast.