EDITOR’S LETTER
Before I met my wife, not quite 17 years ago, I’d taken my share of great trips, but I hadn’t yet come to see travel as an avocation. She, by contrast, had just come back from a week tooling around Rio by herself. From the moment we were a couple, our relationship was bound up in talk of where we would go next. She encouraged me—and she empowered me—to start thinking that dream trips didn’t have to stay dreams. Our first vacation was to Amelia Island, and I still vividly remember the fragrant night air on the drive back from a day trip to Savannah, cracking up over the indolent alligators, swinging on the porch of our B&B as we learned about each other. A few weeks later we went to…