editor’s letter
PEOPLE WHO’VE traveled with me a lot will tell you that I can be guilty of trying to do too much. To be honest, I didn’t fully figure out how to take a proper beach vacation until well into adulthood, because I’d always worry that I wasn’t being active enough. By now I’ve mastered the art of a trip designed expressly for relaxation, but in a city there’s still the urge to go, go, go. In early June I had a rare weekend alone in London and big, ambitious plans for how to spend it. But I also had a cold and was feeling slightly worn down from work and travel and life. So I decided it would be perfectly okay to slow down a bit. My chic room at the…