I’m always happiest when I’m at the beach. I was born on the Gulf of Mexico in Mississippi, where my parents met while stationed as officers in the Air Force. Then we moved back to Boston (my dad’s hometown) when I was still a toddler, and for the next 16 years I never lived more than 10 miles from Boston Harbor.
Oh man, this winter, amiright? I have no business complaining, since Ginger and I picked the absolute best year to move to Austin, and we’ve been grateful to be able to play host to all our friends who suffered repeated beatings from the Polar Vortex by inviting them down for an affordable weekend getaway in the Texas sunshine.
We’ve had our first heatwave of the summer, which means that everyone and their grandmother is now daydreaming about a vacation on the water — lake, ocean, stream, creek, whatever, we’ll take it!
Since 2008, when The Resort at Paws Up in Montana gained popularity among city dwellers for its luxury tents, “glamping” (or the idea of glamorous camping) has become an international trend, fueled by the romantic notion of sleeping under the stars in style and the affordability of a camping adventure.
In New England, the end of the nice weather (not the beginning of summer) is when we start thinking about getting away, cringing at the thought of those nasty winter months up ahead and starting to save, plan, daydream, and book our next big vacation.
Believe it or not, there is an upside to a bad economy. Since fewer people are making vacations a priority, hotels and resorts are offering fantastic deals to anyone willing to travel.
I’ve had it with the winter blues. Therefore, ladies and gentlemen, I’m packing up the fam and heading for sunnier climes.
In order to adapt to the new bargainista way of life and lure budget travelers, hoteliers have adopted a trend from our friends across the pond: The micro-hotel. For just $100, two Manhattan hotspots prove that small spaces can indeed be cheap, yet utterly chic.
The only thing better than spending a summer day at the beach or on a boat is feeling smug about finding that perfectly stylish — and bargain-priced — outfit.