Karen Krizanovich heads to Copenhagen to reaffirm – for 48 hours at least – that being a grown up can be fun
"The excitement of a super typhoon and the 2% of you that fears the windows might get blown-in doesn’t make for a sound night’s sleep"
"I find many hotels in Palma are over-designed and fussy but Es Princep is more … Scandinavian"
"The St. Regis Bangkok understands that some of the most lucrative deals aren’t done in boardrooms, but while drinking one another under the table"
"While the foie gras sushi came without any way to differentiate it from the rest of the platter, there was no camouflaging the crispy ants"
"I could try to forget some of the not-so-great memories of a trip to remember, including, but by no means limited to, having my left nipple aggressively tweaked by a masseuse miffed at my rejecting her offer of a “mass-ah” on a street corner in Siem Reap and 12 hours of explosive diarrhoea on the island of Koh Lanta"
"A pianist. At breakfast. Playing the love theme to Tootsie"
"Capri had no pants. Bermuda had no shorts. Fez had one red velvet tasselled hat …"
"Affordable luxury is, as far as we’re concerned, an oxymoron, unless you’re talking about free time. Which is, of course, a luxury and, by its very nature, free"