The secret of eternal youth lies in a single, two-syllable word. Travel.

Get off your butt, get out of your comfort zone, and find your way – preferably on foot – into a new place and culture. I guarantee you will drop ten years. Travel forces reversion to childhood, a return to a time when your world was a wide-eyed wondrous place.

I took my own advice over five years ago and have no plan to stop traveling any time soon. In this, my sixty-first year (my darling husband Stuart is 65), I’ve sailed the Caribbean, skiied in France, Italy and Austria, returned twice to Spain to dance flamenco and hiked the Picos de Europa and Les Ecrins in the French Alps.

If you can’t pick up and leave right now at least make plans to escape the daily grind soon. In the meantime travel vicariously with us.

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