The more you travel, the truer it is that you gotta savor the good stuff, the smallest of wins, because you're taking plenty of losses out there on the road these days.
When you've landed in Europe fresh off a red eye flight, that means you're tired and irritable and have now been consigned to mandatory aimless wandering and bleary exploration for the next four-to-six hours.
Sometimes, the check-in gods smile down upon you...the luxurious left bank boutique is my favorite hotel in Paris.
On a recent jaunt to Barcelona, our inbound flight from New York landed at an unseemly 6:30 a.m. We made it to the Hotel Arts Barcelona by 7 a.m., put down our bags.
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