Getting out of the ‘vacation monastery’

Because we’re considering going to Switzerland this year, I’m going to take an interest in articles about traveling to the country.

In particular, one section of Taffy Brodesser-Akner’s “This Is How You Live on Swiss Time” got my attention, even if the story was a few years old by the time I saw it.

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Planes, trains and fears

My grandmother recently turned 87.

She has never been on an airplane, and is adamant that she never will be.

Meanwhile, her 2-year-old great-granddaughter (my cousin) just flew to Australia with her parents, the type of trip that can be daunting even for people who travel for a living.

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Scratching my Montreal itch

Originally published June 19, 2017. What happens when you go back to someplace you loved the first time, but it doesn’t quite click?

In 2001, my then-fiancée (now my wife) and I drove to Montreal for a long weekend.

We only had about one full day in the city, and it rained that day, so I had always felt a little cheated and wanted to go back.

Now, I’m back, and have been for the past few days. And while I’ve enjoyed it, something hasn’t quite felt right.

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Wherever you’re going, take me with you!

I was sitting on my couch at just the right angle to get a clear view of the blue, cloudless sky outside the window.

And there, tiny in the distance, was an airplane.

Suzi and I have lived in a couple places where we were in the flight path for the local airport, including one where the runway was across the highway from the small deck on the back of our apartment.

I used to sit and watch the planes overhead. I’ve always liked watching planes.

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Some serious five-finger discounts

I will, of course, confirm nothing, but there may have been a time in my life — long-enough ago that any statute of limitations would have surely run out by now — when I would liberate the occasional towel from a hotel room as a souvenir.

And perhaps, again confirming nothing, my travel companions and I might have relieved a hotel in northern New York of such items as the earpiece to the telephone, the emergency evacuation card or the Bible whilst not chasing people down the hall with ice cubes or determining the effects of shampoo on a hot tub.

However, if we actually did do those things at a time for which I’m sure none of us could be prosecuted today, we would have been pikers.

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Welcome to the Department of No S**t, Sherlock

Spoiler alert: roads, airports and most other modes of transportation across America are probably going to be busy over the next several days.

But just in case you’re planning your personal or family’s travel (and can read) despite your birth having taken place in the last 24 hours, there’s no shortage of information and recommendations.

Such as …

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A day in Burlington, Part 3: A little career advice

For Part 1 of this series, click here. For Part 2, click here.

In the bowels of Patrick Gymnasium, home of the University of Vermont basketball teams, a student sits by herself in an office.

She probably figures she’ll have a humdrum afternoon, but that’s before something happens that, if nothing else, may make a funny story for her friends.

At least I hope she finds it funny.

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A day in Burlington, Part 2: A husband’s landing place

To see Part 1, click here.

Mirabelles Cafe & Bakery has the kind of pastry selection that makes you want to grab two of everything.

However, I’m actually not hungry, even though I ate breakfast at 4 a.m., and by this point, a little before 11, I figure I might as well wait until lunch.

Plus, the main reason I’m here is to warm up a bit, so I order a hot chocolate.

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