Meandering the Outer Banks with Ghost Crabs, Forest Spiders and Dread Pirate Diane

Last in a series: No one visits North Carolina’s Outer Banks to go hiking. The narrow string of sandy barrier islands runs for 200 miles but never measures more than 3 miles between sound and sea. At 91 feet, Kill Devil Hill is the highest peak. Most nature trails stretch for less than a mile. We gave hiking a shot anyway. Continue reading “Meandering the Outer Banks with Ghost Crabs, Forest Spiders and Dread Pirate Diane”

Mercado de Colon in Valencia, Spain. Dan Page / CoastsideSlacking

Road Weary in Valencia, Spain, We Refresh with Gulliver in the Garden and Paella at the Beach

Part 6 in a series:

There comes a moment during most vacations when the travelers are ready to go home. For us, that day arrived in Valencia. We were weary of old towns, bored with cathedrals and battlements, and frustrated by our substandard Spanish. So, we went native. Continue reading “Road Weary in Valencia, Spain, We Refresh with Gulliver in the Garden and Paella at the Beach”