The rooftop sunset with fabulous cocktails overlooking the Mississippi River or three creative chefs, competing to see who can prepare the best of three courses in the hotel restaurant below. This is the story of a night of exquisite competition at the Madison Hotel Memphis, one of the Bluff City’s great hotels. The chef of the hotel’s restaurant, eighty3, found himself competing against two visiting chefs, one from Las Vegas via Los Angeles and the other from the Northeast with a hint of Hawaii.
The alarm clock wakes me from a deep slumber, one that was induced by a long day and night in the summer heat. Only I begin to realize this alarm isn’t a clock but the curtains on our massive hotel room window being thrown open to let in the light reflecting up from the Mississippi River below. “Dad! Wake up! It’s time to order room service and play soccer hockey!” This “wake-up call” is from an 8-year-old boy imploring me to get going on this final day of our three-day father-son St. Louis baseball weekend. Continue reading
Surfers paddle through the break of the Pacific Ocean in the distance as I sit on a balcony with morning coffee in hand, observing it all. The Southern California experience is many things, and I imagine watching surfers paddle out from my hotel room balcony plays a central role, or at least in my experience. After a couple of whirlwind days in Santa Monica, finding a more relaxing vibe at the Cape Rey Carlsbad in North San Diego County brings us to what I discover to be the epicenter of SoCal fun.
Artists must have troubles. There must be depression, angst, love lost, anger or some sort of torment driving the art. It comes from the heart, whether in painting, musical note or written word. Artists are also daydreamers, they are passionate and they are flawed. Throw in a love of the road, a desire for isolation, a quest for pain in the midst of love and you have an artist. Or at least you have this artist. This is the story of one artist and some of those dreams in the note of life.
A cultural treasure, children’s playground, fairytale world of possibilities, crowded fantasyland, terror for any travel planner and a day of dread are all terms that accurately explained my outlook on our one day at Disneyland. I suspect Disney fanatics could spend a week at Disneyland and never grow tired. But for others who are only mildly interested in the world Walt Disney created or just don’t have the time, one day at Disneyland can be accomplished.
Finding lodging options in one of the largest cities in the U.S. wasn’t going to be an easy task. With a multitude of hotel rooms, condos and apartments to consider, not to mention what neighborhood we’d want to stay in while in the Los Angeles area, the lodging search could’ve been overwhelming. But when I decided to check out a FlipKey apartment rental in Santa Monica, the selection was no longer overwhelming.
I don’t know that I’m some expert on all there is to do in Carlsbad, Calif. But after our recent visit to this beach community in North San Diego County, I feel I know a thing or two about how to enjoy Carlsbad, California.
In just a few weeks we will be enjoying a week of Southern California family fun and I must admit we couldn’t be more excited. This will be our son’s first visit to California, first time to see the Pacific Ocean and first visit to an amusement park of any kind. It will also be our first true family getaway in months, and comes at a great time for our family. As I sit and finalize hotel details my head is spinning at all the possibilities. But it’s so much more than the typical tourist traps because, let’s be honest, I hate tourist traps.
When I created Trips By Lance a few years ago it was an answer to a question. The question wasn’t too specific so the answer was even less so. After returning home from visiting England in the spring of 2012 we created a long-term goal of moving to the United Kingdom. As a responsible member of Generation X who is married with a child I knew I couldn’t just up and move. I needed a career plan. Trips By Lance wouldn’t necessarily be the answer, but it was a start. And before a destination can be reached, the journey has to be started.
I recently read a stat that the average age of viewers of the Major League Baseball World Series was 53. As a 38-year-old baseball fan, I’m not sure what that says about me, but as I sit and watch baseball on opening day I can’t help but get excited about the opportunity to travel for some baseball this summer. To me, baseball opening day signals summer travel season is upon us, even though it’s technically still a couple of months away.