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Springtime on Crete: In Springtime, Crete's legendary sun,
sand and the sparkling blue Aegean waters take backstage to another, older
Crete. In the island's lushly green and mountainous interior, the olive harvest
is underway and festivals abound in villages that can trace their roots to the
dawn of recorded history.
The first thing most visitors notice about Miami is its beauty. From the gleaming
waterfront towers of chrome and glass that rise above the turquoise waters of
Biscayne Bay, to the multi-colored pastel buildings of the Art Deco district,
Miami is a treat for the eyes. The second thing visitors notice is the city's
rhythm. . .it's beat . . .
Along Maryland's Eastern Shore:
Crab is king along the Chesapeake, and the eating of crab is an art form practiced
enthusiastically by locals and visitors alike. The crabs arrive at the table
stacked by the dozen on large trays, accompanied by pitchers of ice cold beer.
The tools of the trade are bare hands, a serrated knife and a little wooden
mallet for getting the sweet meat out of the harder parts. There's also a big
roll of paper towels to help with the clean-up afterwards. . .
In the outport of Salvage, an early-morning fog drifts over the harbor as two men
descend a ladder into a sixteen foot open boat. They are heading out to
set their cod nets in small coves along the spectacular cliffs of the
coast. Their outboard motor and bright orange rubber gloves are modern, but in
their quiet words there are traces of Elizabethan English that have not been
spoken anywhere else in the world in over a hundred years . . .
Cape Cod Reverie:
Provincetown, or P'town as the locals call it, has become a summer getaway spot for Boston's
artistic community. P-town's narrow twisting streets are a maze of gift shops,
funky bistros, and small restaurants with an international flair. There is a
lively, almost carnival'like atmosphere here that only increases after the sun
goes down. . .
Nova Scotia Ramble:
The road to Indian Point begins near Keddy's Landing and winds for five miles along
the shoreline. It traces the edge of small coves and inlets that shelter
brightly painted fishing boats and passes groups of carefully tended houses,
leading through land that is tranquil and lush, where rich green farms and
deeply wooded areas roll gently down to the blue, island studded waters of
Mahone Bay . . .
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