Confidence isn’t optimism or pessimism, and it’s not a character attribute.
It’s the expectation of a positive outcome.
Rosabeth Moss Kanter
Spring is a sign of regeneration and nowhere is that more evident than in Italy’s central province of Umbria. The wisteria’s vibrancy sends the bees into a frenzy of activity, the iris’ delicate white blossoms bump up against the woody grape vines and trees ripe with spring growth; the season’s unfolding is something to behold.
Umbria is beautiful all year round, but spring may just its peak. The following photo essay was drawn from the area around Civitella del Lago, a small village above a ‘lake’ formed by a dam on the river Tiber. The town is located in between Todi and Perugia, in central Umbria.
Here are some reasons to see Umbria in the spring….
Anyone can find places, but the finding of people is a gift from God.
A Room With A View, Chapter IV
It’s at The Distillery, on Portobello Road in trendy Notting Hill. Hands down best. Not the kind of gin and tonic with the anemic slice of lime that you you find at summer cocktail parties. Oh no, not here.
Here, gin is an art form with over a hundred brands on hand from around the world and a dozen or so different tonic waters and curated garnishes paired to enhance its flavor and aroma.
My ‘gin-perience’ began at The Distillery’s unique gin bar, Gintonica….
Casa Zinc in La Barra across the small wavy bridge from Uruguay’s famed costal hot spot, Punta del Este.
It’s part of the Tablet Hotel collection, which hints at its exclusive, uber-cool nature.
Casa Zinc is a small hotel, a hipster’s dream; an unassuming collection of six rooms in a quiet residential neighborhood off the main thoroughfare.
Don’t let the trompe d’oeil facade and Casa Zinc’s consciously rumpled public areas fool you. The illusion masks attention to detail in all creature comforts, wrapping modern conveniences in luxurious, carefully curated bohemian chic with just a whiff of intrigue.
Want to conjure up a mysterious past? Cafe Zinc is the perfect setting.
See if you don’t agree in the following slideshow or Casa Zinc’s online gallery, here.
Say “Argentina” and wine – especially Malbec – comes to mind. But the world’s largest waterfall system, the dramatic Iguazú Falls, lies along Argentina’s border with Brazil. “Amazing” doesn’t really do them justice.
The Iguazú National Park (Parques Nacionales Iguazú (AR) y do lguaçu (Br)) is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. After a few days in the sun-parched wine country of Mendoza, seeing – and occasionally feeling – water drop 270 feet (82 meters) is, well, refreshing.
Yampu Tours booked the day’s tour to Iguazú Falls, as part of a larger trip to Argentina. A high point was an unforgettable boat trip to get up close and personal with water flowing at a rate of 62,ooo cubic feet (approximately 1800 square meters) per second.
Yes, it’s humbling. Take look….
Continue reading “Why you will love a day at Argentina’s amazing Iguazu Falls”
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There are only 2 days of the year that nothing can be done.
One is called Yesterday and the other is called Tomorrow.
Today is the right day to love, believe, do and mostly live.
Dalai Lama XIV
What you do makes a difference. and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make.
The world is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
William Butler Yeats
1865 – 1939