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>> Snorkeling With the Beluga Whales

No roads lead to Churchill in Northern Manitoba; the pavement stops 500 kilometers away in Thomson. For humans, getting to Churchill is a major detour. But for the Beluga Whales and the massive arctic Polar Bears, Churchill is the Big Apple. (more)

>> Gorillas in our midst

I am not an animal person. I am a city girl. I am not crazy about big dogs, hate squirrels and pigeons, am petrified of rodents, and never had the girl-horse thing. I've dealt with many animal anxieties over the years, but I never thought that I would be grabbed by a 600-pound mountain gorilla, literally seized by the back of my shirt and dragged several yards out of his way. I guess my mother is right. It's the things you don't worry about that actually happen. (more)

>> Going Greek

On Leros: Jack descending the 370 steps leading from a Byzantine era castle to the village; ahead, one of many Greek Orthodox churches We'd always dreamed of chartering a luxurious yacht and sailing the Mediterranean. But would eight adults on a boat for ten days really be heavenly or were we just setting ourselves up for a Greek tragedy? (more)

>> Girls' night out

As I was pulling up to the rustic Jasper Park Lodge in Alberta, Canada, I kept catching glimpses of what appeared to be clusters of women in bathrobes and slippers, darting between cabins—laughing their heads off. (more)

>> Pure Palate: say cheese

Few foods inspire the passion of a perfectly ripe cheese. A wedge of Brie, just at the cusp between eat-me-with-a-spoon and sliceable. Cheddar melting in your mouth like butter, followed with a crisp chaser of tart apple or a fruity red wine. A soft goat cheese that hovers between whipped cream and the sharp aroma of pasture. Blue cheese, arrogant in flavour but humble in texture. (more)

>> A Niagara State of Wine

Bear with me a minute. Just suppose that you heard about a legendary cluster of exquisite perfumes to be had in Paris, made in private ateliers by artisans with superhuman noses for blending flowers and aromatic oils. Much prized by true connoisseurs, jaunty Parisians and a few tourists who bumped into the shops by chance on their travels. But because of export regulations and minimal marketing, the only way for you to get vials of the fabulous scents was to go to Paris and buy them directly from the chemist in his walk-up workshop. That's pretty much the story with the wines of the Niagara Peninsula in Ontario, Canada. Great wine in a fabulous location, and almost nobody knows about it but the locals. (more)

>> Five exiles find long-lost family, make new friends and fall in love again with the island they left behind.

Shortly after our arrival in Havana, I watch Consuelo Arostegui Isaacson, my friend and neighbor from Cambridge, Massachusetts, knock on the front door of the mansion she left 40 years ago as a 16-year old debutante. With Consuelo, is her older sister, Mary Arostegui. I wait on the curb with the rest of our traveling party: Micho Fernandez Spring, Silvia Fernandez and Maria Lopez, who all fled Cuba as children; their American born offspring; and Maria's Yankee husband. (more)

>> Sister Ann Builds Her Dream School

A nun from South Boston has acquired land in Rwanda to build a free middle school for girls 10 years after the genocide that killed 800,000 people. Here, the author joins the nun on what proves to be a remarkable journey. (more)

>> The country inns of New Brunswick

There is something about being close to the sea that makes travellers mad for a cozy bedroom. A room that's cuddly and downy, and gives you a hug when the big blue expanse outside the window makes you feel small and chilled. New Brunswick, a province defined by its proximity to the Atlantic, is abundantly stocked with the coziest of country inns, full of the touches that make any maritime traveller feel welcome, protected and peaceful. (more)

>> Traversing the Canadian Rockies by rail

The idea of taking a journey by rail sprang from an urge for life at the slower, simpler pace of the 19th century, when travel was as much about the journey as the destination. The serenity to take in the entire landscape of Western Canada—the rolling prairies, the dense forests, the soaring peaks of the Rockies—as well as the chance to read a book, sip a glass of wine, and fantasize that I was among the elite and unhurried, the kind of traveller with time and money to spare. And anyway, I'd never seen the Canadian Rockies. (more)