As the flavorful, complimentary appetizer warms your throat and delights your palate, a petite server sneaks up to your table as though it were the throne of a Chinese emperor. In a soft, cordial voice with an instantly charming Asian accent, he offers you a popover.
No plates of endless spaghetti noodles that get wasted at Pistarro’s.
The road is winding, steep, and narrow, parts of it with sheer drop-offs giving you the feeling of slipping over the edge at any time (no guard rails here, folks).
Imagine skipping the line at the check-in counter, getting easily through security, and at your destination going directly from the gate to the transportation area, all without having to pay baggage fees heading out or coming home.
When my husband and I married this past July, we wanted a honeymoon in which we could relax, tour great scenery, and — most challenging of all — take our three dogs with us.