Let's go somewhere amazing together!

Travelers commit to the WOW Vows helping to ensure
that every trip is exceptional from start to finish

  1. I vow to travel with my sense of wonder and my sense of humor.
  2. I vow to be a gracious guest and leave a place at least as good as I found it.
  3. I vow to be a respectful traveler – thoughtful of the people and places I visit and considerate of the people with whom I travel.
  4. I vow to be on time, or will catch up to the group at my own expense.
  5. I vow to rotate the front seat on the motorcoach.
  6. I vow to communicate any complaints to the tour leader privately. (i.e., I will not whine!)
  7. I understand that travel requires patience, a positive attitude an an ability to laugh. If I can’t relax and enjoy the journey, I vow to stay home!!

What our WOWees have to say

“I had been told that WOW trips are better than one could imagine, but the trip to Africa was even better than that! Everything was arranged for us, the hotels were lovely, the food was excellent, the company were instant friends. More than the animals and the natural wonders, we met the people, we heard their music and dancing and got a feel of their life. We created memories for a lifetime and have thousands of pictures to prove it! Thank you, Marilyn!” 
Nora Paller



A “WOW!” announcement + “Genius”? Travel Tips

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mountain of luggage

How to Survive Lost Luggage (or Prevent It from Happening . . .)

  I’ll start off by saying this:  do as I say, not as I do. As much as I travel, I’m blessed to have had infrequent times when my luggage got lost. (Knock wood.)  My best “worst luggage experience” story happened many years ago when I went to an industry conference in Iceland. In December. From […]

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Fizzies & Fartless Baked Beans

  Summertime.   1960s.   Saginaw.   It was a ritual of summer: Dad, up in the rafters of our garage on Glendale Street, rummaging for tent poles and stakes. Big brother Jim on a ladder, attaching Dad’s homemade wooden car-top carrier to the roof of the steel gray Chevy Impala station wagon. Mom in […]