From Nice we flew to Barcelona and landed smack dab in my favorite city in my favorite time of year. Spain in the summer checks all my vacation must haves: Blazing sun on boob-friendly, tourist-packed beaches? Crisp glasses of Cava for 2 euro a pop? Incredible snacks on toothpicks available all hours of the day?…
Category: Europe
Nice is Nice
From Gatwick we caught a flight to Nice – also on the back of the plane in the “toilet seats.” This was my first time to France, but I just feeeeeeeel French. I have no good reason to, but I just feel it in my bones. Maybe it’s my laissez-faire attitude at combing my hair….
Turning 33 in Gatwick
This post will be short, just like my time spent in Gatwick. We decided to fly to Europe for summer vacation and to celebrate my third decade and third year of existence. However, since we were flying on passes, we had to go wherever the wind took us. In this case, the wind took us…
Santorini – a Moussaka-filled Heaven on Earth
After Italy, my SIL and I parted ways and I met my man friend in Rome and hopped a late night flight to Santorini. This was my second time to the island – eight years earlier I had gone with college roommate and her boyfriend after college (international third wheel!) It was by far the best…
Greek Islands: Sunsets and Souvlaki
The second half of our Santorini trip was spent in Kamari beach. Our days were spent scooting around the island, lounging at the pool and hiking up to the old ruins. One night we walked along the beach, looking for dinner. Right off the main drag was abeautiful little restaurant that served cold beers, hot…
Under the table in Florence
After spending the night in Castagneto Carducci, we hopped the first morning train for Florence. During the hour ride, we sat next to some lovely Canadians, whom we chatted with about what would happen if you didn’t have a ticket and got caught – did they kick you off? Well, as luck would have it – and…
Castagneto Carducci – the Branson of Italy
After we had hiked our little hearts out, we hopped back on a train and headed to Castagneto Carducci. When I booked the hotel there, it seemed like a quaint little beach town. When we arrived in town, I realized just how little it was. We could not, for the life of us, get a…
Walking the Cinque Terre
Once we had spent a few days in Rome, hopping a train to Cinque Terre was next on our Italian To Do list. After a brief struggle of trying to figure out the train table, we made it aboard and rode through the Italian countryside, the farms passing by our windows like a Renaissance museum in fast forward, eventually…
Carbo-loading in Roma
Rome, Rome, Rome. If ever there was a place to throw off the shackles of a low-carb diet, this city would be it. Once you step off the airplane in Italy, be prepared to eat like there’s no one watching. What’s even better is with all the walking you’ll be doing traversing the historic cobbled…
The Vagabond Stomach 