A group tour journeys six hours by boat up the Tambopata River in Peru.
Candomble encompassed what one woman searched for in Salvador, including a guaranteed out-of-body experience.
Meal planning for an American dinner gets complicated in a country without American products - or an American palate.
It was the fourth day of our trip and we were hopelessly lost in the jungle of Tayrona National Park, Colombia.
The only thing that could make a "rustic" rental in Mexico even better? A couple of animals determined to make some noise.
Semana Santa, or Holy Week, in San Miguel de Allende, a colonial town in the mountainous region of central Mexico.
Mountaineering had never interested me, but there was something about Cotopaxi that attracted me.
Existence felt so depressing in that tiny Nicaraguan community that I wasn’t sure I could make it through the time I had to stay there.
Driving one of Costa Rica’s most treacherous roads had not originally been a part of the plan.
A horseback adventure through the Panagea, cattle country of northeastern Uruguay.
We were only gone for an hour or two, but by the time we returned, the sky behind our house was a crimson haze of blazing heat and smoke.
In the Peruvian Andes at 15,000 feet, a 100-year-old shaman waits for me.
The 340-foot M/S Expedition delivers 100 passengers to the wilds of Antarctica.
A traveler ventures into the Actun Tunichil Muknal in Belize to see the “Crystal Maiden.”
In English "asado" means cookout, but as I got to know more about Chilean traditions, it became obvious that asados were more.
Sometimes the fun lies in the uncomfortable, the unknown, the challenge.
It was to be the farthest either of us had ever traveled — ever. Crossing the equator was a dream we shared.
From our location at the base of the Anavilhanas Archipelago, we were a good thirty kilometers from the nearest town.
Beth Whitman journeyed from Seattle through Mexico to Panama on a 7,000-mile solo motorcycle journey.
Local germs mean a trip to the local pharmacy for a local treatment.
A simple t-shirt provides perspective about the divides in wealth between the US and Cuba.
I like to call myself a flexible pescatarian, always willing to adapt to meaty situations that arise when traveling.
The protest goes on for weeks and stretches into months. The men are marching every day, all day.
We were getting ready to climb in the front seat, when the driver motioned us to scale the high slatted sides in back.
We were just two women, who had met by chance, and who had taken the chance to share who they were with one another.
This volcano climb would be the first real adventure of our trip and the fashionable thing to do when in Antigua.
I close my eyes, place the morsel of rodent into my mouth, and chew hesitantly.
The ancient land of the Incas was to be my home for 6 months, the children of the Urubamba region my project.
Galibi Nature Reserve is one of only a handful of nesting sites for the endangered sea turtle worldwide.
Land of baseball, pulsating rhythms, cigars and rum, communism and paradise. Which is the real Cuba?
The scenario reminds me of middle school gym — will the women select which tourists to bring home, or do we go choose the Mama we want?
It’s funny how a lifetime of perceptions can evaporate in a single moment.