Sunday, August 30, 2015 Elul 15, 5775
Even with a dipsy-do dollar, Zurich and St. Moritz offer exhilaration as the coin of the realm
By:
Elyse Glickman, JE Feature
f you had a month to wander around Switzerland, you would realize there is nothing "neutral" about it when it comes to its appeal as a destination. In fact, it is decidedly fabulous. Cheese and chocolate notwithstanding (and they are as exquisite as you would expect), well-being and joie-de-vivre are Switzerland's greatest assets -- from museum-grade jewelry and watches to...
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Don't call it the next Costa Rica, please; it's establishing its own identity
By:
Elyse Glickman, JE Feature
The moment you land at San Pedro Sula's airport, you know Honduras: The destination is still a work in progress. Once you get past the arrival informalities and customs, however, a verdant and rustic beauty unfolds into breathtaking Panavision-style views. Likewise, proud hoteliers, innovative eco-minded resorts and deliciously hearty regional food add to its evident charm. While you'll probably still...
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Should fear be a flying companion on a trip to Egypt?
By:
Elliot Jager and Lisa Clayton, Jewish Exponent Feature
It was with some trepidation that we set off from Jerusalem for a four-day mini-vacation to Cairo. Tensions had spiked over the ongoing crisis in Gaza, and the Egyptians had all but declared Israel's foreign minister, Tzipi Livni, persona non grata. Then again, relations were unlikely to warm anytime soon, and who knows what will be once 79-year-old Egyptian President...
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Bundle up for winter? Sure thing, but summer is surprisingly pleasant
By:
Ben G. Frank, Jewish Exponent Feature
Of all the cities in the Russian Far East, Kharbarovsk, 5,331 miles from Moscow, gets great reviews from tourists. No wonder -- it is by far the nicest city in this part of Siberia, and is often called "Paris-on-the-Amur." Because they're only 40 miles from China, travelers can take river cruises on the Amur River, shop in fine stores on...
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By:
Aaron Dalton, JE Feature
On a crisp, clear morning earlier this month, I found myself more than 5,000 feet above the desert outskirts of Phoenix in the basket of a hot-air balloon with nothing but a wooden floor and thick wicker walls separating me from a fatal drop. But instead of cringing in terror, I felt elation as we soared gently on the breeze,...
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