Sara and I awake in our double hammock hanging from a palapa on the shores of Bahia de los Angeles in Baja California. As the sun's first rays break over the crest of Isla Angel de la Guarda humpback whales, manta rays, and dolphins cavort in the calm waters of the Sea of Cortez. We gather our snorkeling equipment and as we head to the shore the sands gradually change from the coarse granitic grains of Baja to the fine white powder found along the Mayan Riviera. The water, too, has changed from the dark blues of Baja's sea to the aquamarine hues of the Mexican Carribean. We spend the next hour or two lazily swimming along the tropical coral reef at Tankah Bay just north of Tulum. Famished we walk out of the water to find ourselves on the quay in the small seaside town of Coullioure in Languedoc-Roussillon. We sip our cafe au laits and nibble on our croissants as the warm Mediterranean spring sun dries the salt water from our bodies.

We make a quick stop at our chambre before heading down to our car (we'll make it a convertible seeing as the day is so beautiful). One stop in town to pick up a nice hearty bottle of red wine, a Minervois seeing as we are closeby, and off we head along the Costa Brava south towards Barcelona. The hills from Banyuls south to Roses are a riot of blooming Spanish lavender. A quick stop at El Bulli in Roses to see what amazing concoction Ferran Adria has on his menu today. But just an appetizer here. Our main course is awaiting us at La Sopeta Una in the Barri Gotic of Barcelona. After lunch we stroll the half-block to the Palau de Musica where we take in a concert in this most beautiful of music halls.

Our aural and gustatory needs sated we agree it's time for some fun. Being fans of rapid transit we hop on the Barcelona subway and ride it to the end of the line. Which amazingly enough is Lake Louise in Banff National Park, Canada. Sara wanted a ski area with outstanding scenery so here we are. But lucky for me the snow and runs are from Alta in Salt Lake City, Utah. After a couple of hours on the slopes we're ready to warm up with an afternoon espresso. We kick off our skis and boots and head into the closest cafe which just happens to be ... Angelika's in the Watertown area of Budapest. And to our surprise there is a Travelziner GTG in full swing. Oh what great fun to compare travel stories and meet everyone in person! But alas the sun is getting low in the sky. We bid everyone adieu and grab a cab which drops us off for sunset over the snow-dusted fiery red walls of the cliffs and mesas in Canyonlands National Park.

Time for dinner. Now this is tough. Should we go back to Canada for the exquisite musk ox and caribou we recently savored at the Rimrock Cafe in Whistler? Or maybe south to El Calafate, Argentina for another helping of that fabulous Patagonian hare? We decide to make it easy on our cab driver and head closeby for some great southwestern cuisine in Chimayo, New Mexico. The fantasy day is almost over and we decide to head back to Mexico. We'll finish by watching the full moon rise over the bay at Caleta de Campos in Michoacan, Mexico. Sea turtles climb the sandy beach as the crashing Pacific waves lull us to sleep where we'll dream of adventures to come.

John already thinking of day two.