Shari Mycek

2 weeks 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.

2 months ago | 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.

2 months ago | 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.

Jan 3, 2025 | travelcurator.com | Shari Mycek

The entrance is unexpected. Passing through a residential neighborhood in tony Rancho Mirage, California — past meticulously restored mid-century modern homes surrounded by flowering cacti — my driver slows to a stop. “You will need to show ID,” he says as, in perfect symmetry, the back car window rolls down; a guard collects and scrutinizes my credentials, then ushers us through.

Dec 11, 2024 | travelcurator.com | Shari Mycek

I am infatuated, in love actually, with the black-and-white photograph before me. Simply titled, “Pasta Time,” the  photograph — which hangs near plush red velvet chairs, curvy art-deco sofas, and drippy chandeliers — in the lobby of Capri’s Hotel Punta Tragara was captured in 1939 by photographer Hamilton Wright.