30 is the new 40, 40 is the new 50, 50 is the new 60 and so on and so forth — at least that’s what I tell myself as I slowly but surely creep up on the Big 4-0. But the same concept applies to travel. Seeing the world nowadays isn’t all about flashy …

We’re not quite ready to put a bow on summer, but I already hear screaming kids at recess down the street from my house, which is always the telltale sign summer is all but wrapped up. The leaves aren’t dropping just yet, nor are they ready to flaunt their rustic hues and vibrant golds, but …