Southwest Louisiana has always known how to celebrate, and Lake Charles is no exception. I experienced my first Mardi Gras in this gem of a city, and I loved every minute of it. Unlike the louder party atmosphere associated with New Orleans’ rowdy Bourbon Street, Mardi Gras in Lake Charles offers a family-friendly celebration.
Author Nancy Brown Diggs joins World Footprints to explore the real history, culture, music, and identity of Appalachia while challenging the stereotypes surrounding one of America’s most misunderstood regions.
Howey‑in‑the‑Hills may be the best‑kept secret in Lake County, Florida. It’s tiny, but its story is anything but. In these rolling hills, yes, Florida really does have hills, the state’s citrus industry found its footing.
Often described by Greeks as the country’s “second capital,” Thessaloniki is a city where history and modern creativity coexist effortlessly. Ideal for a city break or short stopover, it offers a rich tapestry of experiences and unforgettable memories in less-visited northern Greece.
Tonya Fitzpatrick shares the creative and personal writing journey behind Destination Stewardship, a tourism business book shaped by storytelling, family artwork, legal discipline, global interviews, and the urgent need for stewardship as an antidote to overtourism.
After spending a week traversing the jungle and savannah in one of the most biodiverse countries on earth, I felt that nothing in Guyana could surpass what I had already experienced: encountering anteaters in the wild, swimming with capybaras, spotting rare birds in the rainforest, and searching for jaguars at night.
I almost deleted the email that led to Destination Stewardship. Looking back, it wasn’t just about writing a book—it was about something I had been noticing in destinations for years.
Night had fallen when we pulled into the Izamal train station. Awash in a golden yellow, illuminated by gentle lighting and the glow of the night sky, I could already tell that this ancient Mayan town was something special.
Sometimes, I can’t pinpoint a place’s resounding sense until the end of a trip. But on my first night in Serbia, I discover its song immediately. I’m having dinner at Restoran Velika Skadarlija, a traditional tavern—known as a Serbian “kafana”—that’s deceivingly spacious, with white tablecloths and a bright interior. As I settle in for dinner, the folk band Tamburica 5 forms a semi-circle around my table, and I hear Serbia’s trademark tamburica before I learn its name.
I met Lily one early January morning at a donut shop off the highway, about a 30-minute drive from Oaxaca City. Lily introduced herself to our small tour group — me and a family of four from Minnesota. She would be leading us for the day, as we visited some of the "must-sees" of Oaxaca. This included the scenic mineral springs and waterfalls of Hierve el Agua, the Zapotec archaeological site of Mitla, lunch at a local spot for memelas, and a visit to a locally owned and run mezcal distillery.
