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There’s no feeling quite like returning to your apartment, ready to tuck into bed after a night out with friends, tipsy on good vibes and perfect cocktails from a classic, cool-crowd bar or a buzzy rooftop restaurant. To take in all that sublime energy while traveling, knowing that you’ve made a home somewhere new-to-you? That’s priceless.
That’s exactly how I felt one evening while on vacation in Manila, taking in the scene from the stoop of my Airbnb's building: chatter and laughter ringing through the cramped and creative neighborhood of Poblacion with my neighbors-for-now toasting beer bottles that glowed amber in the streetlights. There was a sense of purpose-built ease draped over this tiny grid of streets tucked into the hectic financial district of Makati.
It’s nice to be home, I thought. Then I got to my feet and hobbled up the stairs, leaning on my new walking cane for much-needed support.
Right before my trip to see my family in the Philippines for Christmas, I was hit by a car. 'Twas a miracle I suffered no broken bones, just some small fractures and a torn ligament. It was imperative that I find an Airbnb where I could easily get around as I recovered from my injury. (I couldn’t drive with my foot in an air-cast; also, I don’t know how to drive.)
The issue: My hometown of Manila, our green-and-gray megalopolis, as beautiful as it is frustrating, is not exactly what I’d call “a walkable city.” Here, cars rule the road. There are boulevards with eight designated lanes, and yet drivers take the painted lines as mere suggestions. We measure distance not in miles, but by how long we have to sit in traffic to get there. It is not a place, I once believed, to be experienced on foot.
A leather sofa and patchwork club chairs make up the stylish living room.
Enter this cozy but mighty studio apartment in Makati’s beloved drink-and-dance quarter of Poblacion. While I was planning my stay, I searched for availability in areas that I knew had everything within arm’s reach without having to get into a car (at this point, I’m not not traumatized by cars). In this regard, Poblacion delivered. A laundry service spot was right at the foot of the building. There were restaurants aplenty within a five-minute walk: Lampara with its decadent lechon around the corner; Tetsuo with crunchy karaage chicken a block away; Maillard with its rich paella and duck confit right across the street. There was even a nearby gym that offered a flexible membership if I wanted to keep up all my routines while traveling.
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Even as we travel around the globe, it’s easy to forget that our planet is part of a much larger celestial dance. Sure, we mark the orbit of the Earth around the Sun each year, but nothing reminds us that we are part of something much bigger than the experience of watching the Moon slide in front of the Sun during a solar eclipse.
In the autumn of 1897, after gold was discovered in the Klondike, my English great-grandfather rode out from a cattle ranch near Edmonton, Alberta, to make his fortune. It was late in the season. He traveled with three Americans, eight pack ponies, a Winchester rifle, a tin billycan for tea, a Dutch oven for making bread, a goatskin coat, and a few light mining implements. But the snowfall was heavier than expected, which made the ground treacherous for the horses. When his companions decided to sit out the winter with some fur trapping, my great-grandfather sold his share of the ponies for sled dogs and hired an Indigenous tracker instead. His pace picked up, but the weather deteriorated. When supplies got dangerously low, he suggested to his tracker that they eat the dogs. Eventually, he was forced to return to England empty-handed. His diary, however, survived.
Drifting off the west coast of Greece (and Albania), Corfu is one of the seven Ionian Islands. Nereids and deities, fishermen and warriors, heroes and sea monsters from this region have inspired myths that still enchant Greek island-hopping travelers. Modern-day Corfu (Kérkyra) is just as beguiling for its craggy coastline and jaw-dropping beaches while the Venetian-built capital adds a surprising twist. Plan your next Greek odyssey to one of these idyllic Corfu Airbnbs on the beach or up on the cliffs.
The Acropolis in Athens, Greece, is one of the most famous archaeological sites in the world. Visiting the artistic complex offers a chance to stand where philosophers once debated, where democracy was born, and where art and culture flourished during the Greco-Roman era. The structure has endured wars and stood the test of time thanks to ongoing restoration and conservation efforts. It sits atop a hill in the heart of Athens, which rewards visitors with panoramic views of the city, stretching all the way to the Aegean Sea. The UNESCO World Heritage site attracts around three million visitors annually. Due to the throngs of summer tourists and concerns over the long-term preservation of the ancient citadel, there is now a daily cap of 20,000 sightseers per day. The restriction does not affect most. That said, opting for a vacation rental close to the Acropolis will give you a head start for a morning visit and a spectacular backdrop for your stay. These Airbnbs near the Acropolis are all within walking distance from the heritage site and have direct views of the complex from balconies or rooftops, so you can sit back and enjoy your visit to Athens without hustling through crowds.
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This year more folks are prioritizing travel and newfangled experiences. We’re inspired by beloved television shows à la Emily in Paris to reexamine cities we’ve previously visited. Scoring tickets to see our favorite musical artists, like Taylor Swift, fortuitously opens up the prospect of flying to a different country. A rising wellness and longevity movement encourages travelers to seek alcohol-free vacations. Slower and more intentional travel—quality over quantity—is important and sustainability and eco-minded experiences are at the forefront.
Forget Paris in spring: Rome is both warmer and cooler in the first few months of the year. The locals are in their winter black rollneck jumpers, accessorised with equally noir-ish sunglasses. With an average of 17C by March, it’s warm enough to sit outside cafés and bars, but not hot enough to fall foul of the “no shorts” rule enforced in Rome’s oldest churches.
I’ve enjoyed a lovely four- to five-day circular trip using ferries and bikes. We took the Brittany Ferries overnight sailing from Portsmouth-St Malo, then cycled along La Véloscénie [signposted cycle route] passing Mont Saint-Michel. At Domfront we took La Vélo Francette to Ouistreham and then the ferry back to Portsmouth. At least three-quarters of the ride is off road along former railway track cycle paths that are well maintained. Plenty of accommodation is available. With the exception of a hilly few miles around Flers, it’s all very easy and with the prevailing wind. The final 40 miles from the impressive Viaduc de Clécy is all downhill, passing Pegasus Bridge.Keith Perry