Mary Charlebois

Grand hotel lobbies will transport you. They are portals to another world, another time.

PUBLISHED BY GONOMAD 11/17/20
Cambria, California is workcation, learn-cation, vacation perfection.
Cambria, California is one of those sleepy little coastal towns you’ve never heard of. You may have driven past this old California community on your way to a historic castle nearby...

PUBLISHED 11/15/20 BY ROVOLOGY
Rambling for 100-miles along the wild and rugged Pacific Ocean, California’s Mendocino Coast is a show-off, flaunting wildlife, waves, wilderness, and wine. The region is California casual, home to...

PUBLISHED 11/08/20 by MaryGo
When the opportunity came for a workcation, I jumped at the chance to spend some time in Half Moon Bay’s Pillar Point Harbor and the surrounding area.
Thirty minutes from San Francisco, on CA HWY 1, Half Moon Bay Coastside curves around a fish-hook shaped harbor...

PUBLISHED 10/23/20 BY MaryGo
I took the pledge!
This November, I’ll be Traveling Kindly in Sonoma County while ‘Fall Glamping in Wine Country’.
Wildhaven Sonoma, on the Russian River, will be my HQ for my Sonoma Country Fall Break. My safari tent is heated. I have a deck and fire pit, plus a toasty queen-sized bed for coolish nights along the Russian River.
I’ll safely explore the countryside, Geyserville, and Healdsburg, visiting vineyards, wineries, galleries, museums, and eateries. On my drive down from the Mendocino Coast, I’ll be phot...

PUBLISHED 10/08/20 BY GoNOMAD
Gozo Malta is the EU Mediterranean. The Island of Gozo is small, just 9 x 4.5 miles. You get there by ferry or private boat. Malta’s charming little sister brings you back in time...

PUBLISHED 10/09/20 BY ROVOLOGY
Gozo, Malta is slow-paced; fewer tourists make it to Malta’s ‘Little Sister.’ Away from the ferry terminal, traffic is light. Day-to-day life is regulated by the sea, seasons, and crops. A church bell and rooster announce the...

PUBLISHED 09/17/20 BY MaryGo
A Walk on Marsaskala Harbor in Malta led me to fisherman with awfully long poles, salt pans, a raided palace, street art, the ghost of Muammar Gaddafi, and a Bulgarian stalker.

PUBLISHED 09/11/20 BY Travel Writer's Cafe/Great Escape Publishing,

What if you could unlock a document that told you everything you need to

know about a publication?

What if you had a crystal ball that told you what destinations and travel topics

would be featured in each issue, including deadlines?

Would it be useful to know...

PUBLISHED BY TRAVEL POST MONTHLY 09/01/2021
It had been 30-years since I’d mailed the postcard from Paris. Framed in black, it sat among my friend’s photos of family, friends, life events, and holidays. I asked, “How did my Arch de Triumph postcard make it to the rogue’s gallery?”...

PUBLISHED 08/25/20 BY MaryGo
It’s early morning. The sky is changing from deep indigo to gold. The fishing boats of Marsaxlokk bob quietly in the harbor. Fisherman sit under a shelter drinking coffee and eating Maltese pastries. The conversations are mostly in Maltese...

PUBLISHED BY GREAT ESCAPES PUBLISHING

At the beginning of my travel-writing career, whenever I

didn’t get a response from an editor, I wrote the publication

off as not interested in me or my work. I’d brood for days,

haunting my inbox, waiting for anything—even a rejection letter.

What a mistake. And a waste of time.

PUBLISHED 07/07/20 BY Mary Go
...10 things I love about Avila Beach California
Avila Beach is a small but lively beach community on California’s Central Coast. Tucked into the crook of a fish-hook shaped cove, the seaside village has balmy weather...

PUBLISHED 06/14/20 BY MaryGo
White sand dunes, sea oats, sea turtle nest, gentle surf, and clouds swelling on the horizon. The deserted beach is quiet as the sun rises. It’s a standard early morning on St Augustine Beach Florida.

PUBLISHED 05/30/20 BY MaryGo
Cornwall—a place of rugged coasts, misty moors, legends, and hidden tropics.
Walking cautiously down the slippery Bedruthan Steps footpath, visibility was about 3-feet. I could hear the ocean roaring far below, but with the thick fog, I couldn’t see the edge of the cliffs. It was damp, cold...