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ALYSSA HILLER – A WEEKEND IN HAVANA

Cuba stole our hearts months before we arrived. Images of vintage cars, colorful facades and expressive locals mesmerized, gratified and consumed us, so we acted on the desire. We booked a spontaneous, four-day trip from Boston to Havana to experience and photograph the country ourselves, proving to be a timely and opportune decision (new regulations announced two days before our departure will make it more difficult for Americans to visit in the near future). While we anticipated incredible pictures in Cuba, we knew very little about the people and the culture. American travel is still relatively new, so there’s not an overwhelming amount of information available online. With that, although both well-traveled, we had initial concerns as two young females alone in a country in which communication isn’t readily available; however, all of our worries subsided at the onset of our trip. Cuba is vibrant and alive. Buildings are brightly painted, and the streets carry an unmistakably powerful and contagious energy. Cubans are incredibly inviting, warm and inquisitive; they’re just as interested in us as we are in them. We

TAYLOR HAGOOD – BEALE STREET & BEYOND

Memphis, for me, first and foremost emerges as neon signs either created in the 1950s or made to look so. Certain ones stand out as iconic: the Peabody Hotel spelled out in big red letters on its roof; Poplar Tunes with its arrow-head-tipped musical staff of notes; Leonard’s Pit Barbeque’s top-hatted, cane-twirling pig. But mostly all those twisted glass tubes of glowing light, with their colors balanced on a razor edge of cool and warm, emerge like a grand Dale Chihuly sculpture, redolent of Memphis’s heyist of heydays, when Elvis Presley was living and breathing and at any moment walking down Beale Street decked out in pink, cream, and black, his sleeves rolled up. Meanwhile, only blocks away Johnny Cash was moaning his halting way through a new record, Wanda Jackson was shimmying in her oh-so-tight fringed dress while nitroglycerin-growling her cute voice, Carl Perkins was hacking his way around a new run on his home-rigged electric guitar, or the brilliant and maybe deranged genius Jerry Lee Lewis was banging away on the piano after arguing religion with Sam Phillips in

The Top 5 Myths Of Luxury Travel

Most believe luxury travel is simply Cristal Champagne, 1000 thread count Egyptian Cotton sheets and Gulfstream private jets. Luxury travel is exorbitant prices, contrived experiences, and only for the celebrities and billionaires of the world. Right?……well whilst this perfectly fits the definition of luxury travel for many people, it is also much more personal and varied than this. With almost 21 years of developing unforgettable Australian travel experiences, The Tailor has been a pioneer in the landscape of Australian luxury travel, and the travellers who walk this landscape are not to be stereotyped. MYTH 1 – LUXURY IS SIMPLY CRISP WHITE SHEETS IN AN UBER-LUX CITY HOTEL One of the biggest myths of luxury travel is how we actually define it. Luxury travel is no longer solely defined by expensive furnishings of a hotel room situated on the top floor of a city-based hotel. In reality, luxury travel is about enriching these refinements with meaningful experiences and personalised interactions. Increasingly we are seeing more and more luxury travellers who are as much, if not more motivated by the experiences of