TAIPEI, Taiwan — The second I stepped onto Flight DL69 for what would turn into an exhausting trip here — first, I had hours-long layovers in Seattle and Minneapolis — I kept thinking about what awaited me. I was leaving staid Cleveland for a bustling metropolis with a loose understanding of how dissimilar this island nation was from anywhere else I’d
FRANKFURT, Germany — I was starving. I’d been in this business-centric city about eight hours, and I hadn’t eaten since dinner on the jetliner six hours earlier. I’d opted to skip the breakfast I had available to me. So, by 7:15 p.m., I’d already scouted various places that seemed tempting to a foodie — or, as nobody else calls me,
I lived in Detroit in the 1980s, and I'll admit I liked the city. At the time, nobody called it “the Comeback City.” It was “Crime City, USA,” but it had assets that made the place livable, which included verdant Belle Isle. That '80s image began to change when, surprisingly, people took those assets and put them to better use.
I can’t say enough about how tiring it is to jump aboard an airplane at 6 a.m. and take a trip somewhere you’ve never been. I guess in an ideal world you could teleport yourself wherever on the planet you want to go, but would that be as much fun as the long lines you face in going through Customs?
I love it when friends say they want to join me on my travels. Most of them know I enjoy exploring places I’ve never seen, and those who give a little thought to what I post about my journeys understand one more thing: I like to wing it. In that regard, I share the same approach to travel as Anthony
PARIS — I did what I'd come here to do: I knocked seeing the Mona Lisa off my bucket list. Was Leonardo da Vinci’s masterpiece what I’d expected? No! Now, friends had told me the Mona Lisa, a portrait barely bigger than a postage stamp, wasn’t much to look at. They were right. Yet crowds flocked to its home, The
PARIS — I had 12 hours left on my eight-day holiday here, and I figured I was going to spend most of those hours sleeping as I prepared to return to The States. I almost didn’t want to go. For I discovered something about Paris that captivated me. In the hours before I was scheduled to leave, I’d come to
STOCKHOLM, Sweden — Disrespect can follow Black men like smoke from a bonfire. No matter where they find themselves, they morph into apparitions, invisible men easily seen through. I say this after another restaurant nightmare, which didn’t occur on American soil. I was on holiday here, as my Canadian friends put it, and went for dinner one evening. It was
LAS VEGAS — I know how much most of us long to keep things the way they were, but I’ve come to realize that such a belief makes little sense. The world is in constant change, and if I didn’t know that for certain, I do now after spending three days in Las Vegas this month. For over two decades,
BEIJING — On the minibus that bumped and grinded its way here, I spotted The Great Wall of China, long and winding against a backdrop of greenery, miles before I stood at its base. Jumping out of the minibus with the tour guide, I noticed a decidedly American institution in front of me: Subway. American companies have a giant footprint
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