When writing my CrosbyReports, the Travel Destinations are of no importance and are, to be perfectly honest, almost beside the point. They’re nothing more than a subject or topic around which to make stupid jokes. So if you’re expecting to learn something useful about destinations like Lisbon, the Sahara, or Tahiti, you will be sorely disappointed. My apologies.
It only took a global pandemic for me to catch up on my backlog of writing.
Our mostly true tale of survival during a global pandemic.
It’s yet another reason why I hate Crosby, Stills & Nash.
Morocco’s local mountain range is nothing to sneeze at.
We go glamping on the last exit for civilization.
A city in northwestern Morocco that’s noted for blue paint shortages.
Is that the Atlantic Ocean back there? Or the Mediterranean Sea? Surprise, it’s both!
The dress code here is basically, “Just wear pants.”
Experience Europe in its most concentrated form.
Ask about our “Exiled Royal Family” discount—heirs to the throne eat free!
The Belém District is about as far away as you can go without leaving Lisbon.
Do you long for the old San Francisco? Well, let me tell you about Lisbon, Portugal.