Shari Mycek

1 month ago | travelcurator.com | Shari Mycek

“This used to be a trailer park. People would drive their RVs — from all corners of the U.S. — and camp here,” says Cynthia Costa, general manager of Bungalows Key Largo, an adults-only, all-inclusive resort in Florida’s Key Largo.

1 month ago | travelcurator.com | Shari Mycek

Decades have passed since I stopped correcting the assumption made by total strangers — that I was from California. The conjecture came most often during pleasantries exchanged in airports or on planes. But somewhere around 33,000 feet, I decided to just smile and say nothing (although, secretly, I was pleased). Maybe it was my light hair and eyes or deviation from the expected all-black New York attire (I prefer neutral whites and creams even when traveling) that prompted the made-up narrative.

2 months ago | travelcurator.com | Shari Mycek

The greenery is astounding. From inside the glass funicular tramway — inching its way up the steep incline to Hong Kong’s famous lookout Peak — I peer onto lush palms and reddish crotons. Intellectually, I know of the city’s verdant nature. Expat friends who now live here and hotel staff eager to share the beauty of their city (home to 7.4 million residents) continuously sing praises of Hong Kong’s lush greenery, tropical flowers, rubber trees, sandy beaches, and seemingly endless walking paths.

Feb 20, 2025 | travelcurator.com | Shari Mycek

I never lock my door. Not once. To be honest, the thought never occurs to me. Although a shiny brass key is provided upon arrival to my beachfront house at The Cove Eleuthera where I’m staying solo, I leave it — idly neglected — next to the welcome Champagne and cheeseboard. And this simple, unassuming decision — the freedom of meandering to and from an unlocked house — catapults me back in time. To my childhood. In the small, Mason Dixon-line town where I grew up, we never locked our doors.

Jan 27, 2025 | travelcurator.com | Shari Mycek

“Monkey bread. Wow.”My partner glances up from his own breakfast menu, then smiles — half in amusement and half in annoyance — because he knows I will elaborate. Which of course I do. “Growing up, we had monkey bread,” I explain. “I haven’t seen or thought of it since childhood and I’ve never seen it on a formal menu.”We are at Stars in St. Michaels — The Inn at Perry Cabin’s fine-dining restaurant.