My first trip to Hawaii didn't start off so well. I had only just arrived at the newly renovated Hotel Wailea, changed into a bikini and stretched out poolside, revitalizing cocktail in hand and long-distance boyfriend at my side, when it started to rain. And not just rain; it poured. The locals say that foreigners always bring the bad weather with them — coming from foggy San Francisco, I couldn't deny it — but what the hotel should tell travelers is that once you see their romantic suites (and steamy shower made for two), you won't mind a little time indoors.
A close look at downtown Los Angeles, the freeway-encircled nexus where a handful of skyscrapers rises from the suburban tundra, reveals a business district on the verge of a swanky metamorphosis, thanks to a cadre of ambitious hoteliers, loft developers, and restaurateurs. And now the area’s got an acronym, DTLA—a distinction that usually equates to NBT (next big thing) status.
For a teetotaler such as myself, traversing the winery circuit in Sonoma leaves much to be desired. Luckily, other equally tantalizing delights await discovery. For a beautiful 36 hours, test drive this anti-tasting room itinerary.
Granite peaks streaked with hiking trails. Swimming holes big and small. Crisp mountain air. Sunshine in spades. A short summer sojourn to Lake Tahoe is practically a ritual for Bay Area residents.
When you watch reality TV, do you not so secretly think of your favorite persona, “If we met, we would become best friends! I just know it!”? Well, that’s just creepy. Contain yourself. But, if you’re a regular watcher of popular (and grounded) reality programs like Bravo’s Top Chef, consider sidling up to past fan favorites from the show while on a vacation. A cruise vacation.
If there's one thing I know for sure, it's that living the good life is the best way to keep up with the Joneses. The best possible one-upmanship. The best revenge. Or at least that's what I told myself when I headed to Mexico on a whim a few weeks ago to teach a certain someone a little lesson in how not to treat a girl, or else said girl will fly to Mexico without said certain someone and live in the lap of luxury, if only for 48 hours, at the beachfront Four Seasons Resort Punta Mita, located at the southwest point of the Riviera Nayarit.
After your plane has landed, you’ve checked in to your hotel, and had a day or two to decompress by the pool with the requisite Mai Tai, it’s time to start exploring the island. Hawaii has plenty of natural wonders to discover (Waterfalls! Hidden swimming holes! Hot lava!). There are also plenty of ways to explore the flora and fauna and get a little education while you’re at it. These three tours promise to be, ahem, infarmative.
Have you ever crossed over the Richmond Bridge and wondered what that old Victorian home is doing atop a craggy rock in the bay?
Bay Area travelers treat Hawaii the way east coasters treat Europe, a conceivable long weekend getaway. Flights typically clock in around the five-hour mark, just short enough that jet lag won't knock you for a loop, so you can hit the ground running—or tanning, as the case may be.