Lori Rackl

1 week ago | thespec.com | Lori Rackl

On a recent trip to Spain, the best paella I ate wasn’t served in a restaurant. It was in a tiny kitchen apartment in Valencia, made by a chef who teaches cooking classes in his home. Jose Rodriguez belongs to a growing network of hosts opening their residences to tourists — travellers craving not only a home-cooked meal but also an up-close look at local life.

1 month ago | chicagotribune.com | Lori Rackl

Church bells echoed through the sunny piazza as I plopped down on a stone bench, digging my plastic spoon into a cup of basil gelato. I’d hiked about 5 miles that morning. I had another 5 to go. A mound of ice cream felt like a fitting reward for reaching the halfway point of my trek in Italy’s famed Cinque Terre. The “Five Lands” — which, like everything, sounds less sexy in English — are a collection of photogenic medieval villages tucked along the country’s rugged northwest coast.

1 month ago | ourwindsor.ca | Lori Rackl

I’m on a cruise ship in the Caribbean, and it’s almost showtime. I take a seat. Not in a lounge or theatre but on deck, where the action is about to unfold. And by action, I mean sails. Twenty-eight of them, all hoisted by hand. A dozen sailors climb high into the shrouds, unleashing the heavy sheets of cloth. Far below, deckhands twist and tighten a maze of thick ropes, securing the sails so we can harness the wind and be on our way.

1 month ago | thespec.com | Lori Rackl

I’m on a cruise ship in the Caribbean, and it’s almost showtime. I take a seat. Not in a lounge or theatre but on deck, where the action is about to unfold. And by action, I mean sails. Twenty-eight of them, all hoisted by hand. A dozen sailors climb high into the shrouds, unleashing the heavy sheets of cloth. Far below, deckhands twist and tighten a maze of thick ropes, securing the sails so we can harness the wind and be on our way.

1 month ago | orangeville.com | Lori Rackl

I’m on a cruise ship in the Caribbean, and it’s almost showtime. I take a seat. Not in a lounge or theatre but on deck, where the action is about to unfold. And by action, I mean sails. Twenty-eight of them, all hoisted by hand. A dozen sailors climb high into the shrouds, unleashing the heavy sheets of cloth. Far below, deckhands twist and tighten a maze of thick ropes, securing the sails so we can harness the wind and be on our way.