When writing my CrosbyReports, the destinations themselves are of little importance. In fact, to be perfectly honest, they’re 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 travel destinations like Lisbon, the Sahara, or Tahiti, you’ll be sorely disappointed. My apologies.
St. Peter had a vision in Jaffa that changed Christianity forever. Or was he just high?
Find out why ancient religious authors entirely passed on writing about Tel Aviv, Israel.
Positano is the Paris Hilton or Kim Kardashian of Italy’s Amalfi Coast. Good-looking, but light on substance.
At the mouth of a deep ravine, Amalfi Italy looks like it got vomited out of the surrounding mountains.
This part of central Italy is an unbelievably beautiful and incredibly stupid place to live.
Like ancient Atlantis, this once-flourishing metropolis vanished suddenly without a trace. Or did it?
Naples Italy is a vibrant city that’s veritably overflowing with restaurants, shopping, gelato, and shipping containers.
While Morocco was still allowing flights out for the time being, our window for escape was closing fast.
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.