‘Boo’ just doesn’t cut it anymore. Halloween attractions are becoming edgier and more high-tech to appease today’s appetite for fright. With video, animation and Hollywood-quality sets, “they are more sophisticated. They have gone to another level.”
Picking out the visitors who have labored their way to the top of one of the two volcanoes on this tiny island in Lake Nicaragua is not difficult. Just look for the people relaxing as aggressively as possible.
SEATTLE-Lee Lauckhart carries all the printed news that'll fit into his little stand, First & Pike News, at Pike Place Market. One of his big sellers? The raw components of the Seattle's nearby Gum Wall.
SEATTLE-The dark, rain-sodden days of November and the rest of the gloomy winter months are coming up fast. If you can't escape to somewhere sunny, you may as well embrace the foul weather and take a storm-watching vacation.
Look for our Royals special section in The Star today for a new action figure. Meet the Royals' Three-headed Bullpen monster: Herrera, Davis and Holland. Tweet your most creative photos with the hashtag #PaperRoyals or email them to firstname.lastname@example.org.
The Seattle waterfront wants you. Especially the Seattle Aquarium (Pier 59) and the Seattle Great Wheel (Pier 57), whose bright lights can be seen for miles. But if you're there when the weather is mild, you might want to consider Pier 52, the ferry terminal.
The Pike Place Market Historic District (85 Pike Place; (206) 682-7453, www.pikeplacemarket.org covers 9 acres and includes more than 200 vendors. The heart of the place for most tourists is just beneath the big orange Public Market Center sign and clock. Do pose for a photo with Rachel, the bronze charity piggy bank. Keep an eye out for flying fish (Pike Place Fish Market is a short toss away) and listen for music; buskers love this spot.
SEATTLE - Somehow, on four visits to Pike Place Market over three decades, I failed to learn where the brothel was. Nor did I hear how the first Starbucks did business for years in this neighborhood before selling its first cup of coffee. Clearly, I was missing a lot.
When the ropes across the entrance to World Showcase dropped one recent morning, Joseph and Teresa Dey headed to Belgium for breakfast - one Belgian waffle topped with warm chocolate ganache, one with berry compote - then to Morocco for mimosas.
It's easy to forget that Manhattan is an island surrounded by water and one of the country's earliest port cities when you're tucked inside a cozy West Village bar or caught in the bright lights of Times Square. Yet one of the hottest additions to Manhattan's dining and cocktail landscape is actually tied to a pier in TriBeCa and floating on the Hudson River.
As the weather turns colder and the leaves fall, many of us begin to plan our spring holidays and think of the days when everything will be bright and blooming again. If the thoughts of adventure, nature, a unique culture and history, good food and warm people make you want to book a trip - why not think Wales? A tiny country surrounded by it's better-known neighbors, England, Scotland and Ireland, Wales is a part of the United Kingdom but has a heritage and language all it's own. Fear not, non-Welsh speakers - almost all of the Welsh speak English, many as a first language (though you can hear the distinct language spoken often and all signs in the country are multilingual).
I swung my arm forward with an exaggerated swooping motion, and, as promised, Milly took to the air. Just a few powerful pumps of her red and brown wings, and she was rising up over the strip of manicured lawn before us.
Seen from this lofty vantage point, near the tree line atop the Van Sickle Trail, the south shore divides into bookends of vivid primary colors, all greens and blues. In the middle, like some scar or deformity, lies a jagged expanse of civilization, garish polychromatic swaths of development blending into one another with only jutting casino high-rises and the slash of Highway 50 serving as compass points.
As if the constricting feeling of isolation doesn't hit you in the viscera the moment you set foot on The Rock, as if those cackling gulls don't mock your confinement by swooping in and then taking flight on a whim, a perky, miked-up Nationa Park Service docent hammers home the point mere steps away from the ferry gangway.