It’s a little early to call it a phenomenon or a syndrome or even a drift, but when I admit that I hate travel, people seem slower to write me off as an listless, incurious slug.

I both love and hate time travel movies — much in the same way I hate outer space but love and fully appreciated Gravity. (Know your enemy!) I fear my brain — and yes, I was an English major ...

In fact, I’ve given myself permission to never have to travel solo again if I don’t want to. Which is exactly why, when I landed a dream assignment to drive 1,200 miles around Portugal—in an ...

Also, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but no one cares about your Instagram account. Sheathe your smartphone and take in the view with your own eyes. How to behave like a good tourist (and ...