I just received a copy of the July/August issue of Conde Nast Traveler Magazine. This magazine is geared toward the upscale traveler, and usually features exotic locales and very expensive resorts, restaurants, and tours, although one can certainly visit all those places and then just stay at the local Motel 6. Some of the articles are very interesting and informative, such as the articles on Miami and Sicily in the June issue, but some of them I just find irritating, such as the one in this month's issue where the writer reminisces about speeding down a road in an old Golf Cabriolet on a Mediterranean island, kicking up dust on the way to a midnight supper at a trendy bistro, her "espadrille-clad feet" on the dashboard, laces twisting around her "nut-brown ankles," while her boyfriend drives the car barefoot and shirtless. Perhaps I'm just jealous. Perhaps her boyfriend should have put on a shirt. And what the hell are "espadrille-clad" feet?
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