Phrase of the day: Tripping point (trip-ping `point)
Part of speech: noun
Definition: The point at which an editor is displaced from everyday activity into a different state, country, continent, or undisclosed destination to take his or her vacation days.
Example: Here’s where our editors dream about going once they’ve reached their tripping point.
Emily F., Chicago editor: 360° Leti, Uttaranchal, India
There is no phone, Internet, or TV in the Himalayas. Just water from the mountains, heat from the stove, and books by candlelight.
Crystal, deputy editor/Everywhere editor: La Villa les Anges, Brittany, France
It’s time to make a pilgrimage to the home of striped shirts and kouign-amann.
Jay, managing editor: Rancho Pescadero, Pescadero, Baja California Sur, Mexico
It’s an exhausting shuffle (all four minutes of it) from the pool through the palms to the beach. Good thing I can nap in a cabana when I get there.
Lindsey, Kids editor: Kinnikinnick Farm, Boone County, Illinois
It’s time for less concrete and more country. I told my daughter we were going to the farmers market, and she asked if she could milk cows.
Lauren, editor: A Bar a Ranch, in the middle of nowhere, Wyoming
I would ride horses and fly-fish on the Platte by day, and drink whiskey and square-dance by night. Since it’s cowboy country, I may or may not be wearing chaps for all of the above.
Emily W., assistant editor: Mandarin Oriental, Prague, Czech Republic
A dose of old Bohemian splendor and a spa of epic historical proportions — like this one inside a renaissance chapel — should just about do it.
Karen, senior editor: Blackberry Farm, Walland, Tennessee
I want to get my hands dirty at the farm. And by that, I mean I want to pick veggies from the gardens at the Smoky Mountain Table culinary experience.
Evvie, Los Angeles editor: Cavo Tagoo, Mykonos, Greece
Anyplace I can get a massage while eating nachos. That’s a health code violation, you say? Okay, then anywhere in the Greek islands.
Hali, promotions editor: Hotel Omm, Barcelona, Spain
I’d spend the days meandering along cobblestone streets to find the best sangria in town and dreaming in Gaudi’s park.
Carrie, executive editor: Huzur Vadisi, Turkey
Bonuses to the already-great Omkara yoga retreat: swimming in the Mediterranean and sleeping in a yurt.
Malika, London editor: Vancouver, Canada, to Seward, Alaska, via Silversea
I want to get out of this sweltering heat — and see killer whales in action. (I hate cruises, but this would be worth getting seasick for.)
Kristin, production assistant: One&Only Reethi Rah, North Male Atoll, the Maldives
The perfect place to scuba dive and not get a tan (because I can’t).
Janelle, photo editor: Punta Mona, El Caribe Sur, Costa Rica
I would learn about permaculture growing and do a little sea kayaking.
Holley, promotions editor: Argos, Cappadocia, Turkey
You can find me listening to the coos of rock doves as they flutter about the fairy chimneys.
Ashley, editorial director: Camp Jabulani, Hoedspruit, South Africa
Each day would begin with an elephant safari and end with an amarula sundowner [sun-down-AH] (that’s happy hour in the bush).
Jordan, New York editor: Treehotel, Harads, Sweden
I just like being surrounded by trees and a language with a suspicious number of accents (the Eric Northman lookalikes are a definite plus).
Steven, Web intern: Áman Sveti Stefan, Montenegro
Because why not?
Photos: Maxim Bolotnikov / Getty Images; Courtesy of Rancho Pescadero; Courtesy of Manadrin Oriental; Courtesy of Hotel Omm; Courtesy of Punta Mona
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