Glenn Harris

1 week ago | justluxe.com | Glenn Harris

By Glenn Harris May. 3rd, 2025 AllI Images credit Eagle DancerSome places hit you right away. Sedona is one of them. The red rock formations don’t ease you in—they tower, twist, and glow with a kind of raw drama that’s hard to explain. Whether you believe in energy vortexes or not, there’s no denying something feels different here.

2 weeks ago | justluxe.com | Glenn Harris

Luxury travel has entered its age of oversaturation. Once-rare enclaves now exist in a near-constant state of exposure—filtered, tagged, and reposted until their allure begins to dull. What was once discreet has become performative. And so, the truly discerning traveler begins to look elsewhere—not for extravagance, but for atmosphere; not for hype, but for hush. Enter Montenegro. A destination that, until recently, seemed content to remain just beyond the frame.

3 weeks ago | justluxe.com | Glenn Harris

Somewhere between the chaos of modern life and the lure of untouched nature, there’s a narrow road that winds through mangroves and whispering palms. It doesn’t feel like a shortcut. It feels like a threshold. At the end of that road, Libélula waits—not to impress, but to receive. No signage, no grand arrival. Just the quiet thrum of surf, the scent of wood smoke, and the low hum of music carried on salt air. This is not a place that begs for attention. It doesn’t need to.

3 weeks ago | beaumondetraveler.com | Glenn Harris

There’s something magnetic about  UK summer music festivals—and it’s not just the lineups. It’s the promise of a day where life loosens its grip and joy takes the lead. Whether it’s the collective rush of a garage drop at KISSTORY, the cinematic sprawl of Alexandra Palace at Kaleidoscope, Superboxx at Rochester Castle: part disco revival, part soul sanctuary against ancient stone,  or the nostalgic high of Uptown in Norwich, these festivals offer more than entertainment.

3 weeks ago | beaumondetraveler.com | Glenn Harris

Long before Masseria Susafa  the wine tastings and the Michelin mentions, before the swimming pool shimmered under the Sicilian sun or anyone spoke of “agritourism” at Masseria Susafa, life here was measured in harvests and heartbreak. In the interior of Sicily, farming meant reckoning with the land—its generosity, yes, but also its unpredictability.