As a single parent, I can’t travel as much as I would like. As an avid reader, I can go anywhere in the world through the Best Travel Writing series. Recently, I borrowed the 2006 edition from my local public library and devoured it. As the East Coast suffers through one of the worst winters in memory, I was skiing in Germany; part of a daring (and ultimately stupid) plan to cross the Sahara in North Africa; and exploring the Atlanta Hotel in Bangkok, Thailand. Granted, it was only in my mind but it did the trick.