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In Britain, the kids are all right

In Britain, the kids are all right

Imagine being a kid forced to spend a big part of your summer vacation with robo-tourist Rick Steves (alias Dad). My kids, Jackie and Andy, did that a lot when they were young. I always considered it a great education for them, but they also had a lot of fun. 

One of their favorite destinations, Great Britain, enthralled them with colorful pageantry and evocative historical sights. Here’s what impressed them the most.

What’s Cooking In… Vietnam

Vietnam

My husband, John, and I live in upstate New York, and most of the retired people in our area are “snowbirds,” who head south to spend the winter in warmer, snow-free states. John and I head all the way to Asia for three months. We find Asia reasonable, cost-wise, and enjoy the diversity of cultures. We like the flexibility of wintering for a few weeks each in several countries.

The Geografile

Heineken beer got its start in 1592 in a Dutch brewery under the name of De Hooiberg, but it got its name in 1864 when Gerard Adriaan Heineken acquired the original brewery and developed a special yeast that gave his beer its distinctive taste. — Bryan Henry, Contributing Editor, Hollywood, FL

Easy riders — taxis and ride-sharing in Europe

I’ve always felt that taxis are underrated, scenic time-savers that can zip you effortlessly from one sight to the next… except during rush-hour traffic, when they’re stuck like everyone else. 

In the past, cabs were expensive for a lone budget traveler but a good deal for a group of three or four. Now, with the advent of ride-sharing services like Uber, there are more deals than ever for getting around European cities.

Emergency hospital visit in Naples, Italy

I was shaking uncontrollably and curled up in the fetal position in the corner of my sofa when my friends found me in my stateroom. 

“What happened to you?” 

“I don’t know,” I replied. 

They immediately called the ship’s onboard emergency number (911), ordered a wheelchair and took me to the doctor’s office six decks down and several long halls away. It was April 2016.

When the nurse asked me what the problem was, I could hardly answer her. “I feel just miserable,” I said.