Italy just kinda fits us. Our travel ethos is pretty much: walk around, see some things, eat good food, drink good drink. Well, Italy certainly has some things to see. But even more than that, it’s got some good food, and some damn good drink. You know that to be true as you look at the map, at the names of cities, and say to yourself, “I’ve eaten that!” In that vein, on our way out of Como we made…
As no one answered the phone Erika held up to her ear, I looked around the cozy confines of our Fiat Cinquecento. I guess it wouldn’t be so bad to sleep in here, I thought. On the drive up to Lake Como, we’d stopped for a long time at a Carrefour, to buy a massive amount of food and supplies for our road trip. We’d figured since we’d have the car for so long, we could just keep everything in…
Though I’ve wanted to, I haven’t written in a long time now. Last year, as March gave way to second March gave way to the dog days of summer March, I’d figured continuing to work on the blog would be an excellent project, savoring the travel we’d already done as a way to fill the gap left by the travel we couldn’t currently do. I felt incredibly lucky and thankful that we’d been able to take our world adventure, and…
I’m writing this post at a weird time. Because I’m incredibly slow at getting blog posts together, it turns out I’m writing this during the Coronavirus lockdown. And it’s weird, and depressing, trying to write about our month spent in Italy, as such terrible, sad news comes out of Italy every day. I’m worried about our friends and family in Italy–especially since they live in the north, which has been taking the hardest hits. We’ve been in touch with them,…
I wouldn’t say we regretted extending our stay in Nerja, because we definitely did not. But we were sad that we only got to spend two nights in Málaga, because Málaga was great. Coming into the city, it feels very big, though maybe that was due to us being in smaller towns for the last few weeks. It’s also beautiful, and the main avenue coming into the city–following the coastline and the beaches–is absolutely gorgeous. Our AirBnb host was incredibly…
We got to Nerja in serious need of a vacation. Now, I know how douchey that sounds coming from someone who’s just spent the last eight months on sabbatical, traveling the world, but hear me out. The last month and a half in Europe had been a whirlwind, rocketing from major European city to major European city, and trying our best to get a taste of each stop. We had to budget our time and money, but couldn’t bring ourselves…
“Holy shit it’s him!“ Who was him? Vin Diesel? LeBron James? Generalisimo Franco?! No: our hero, the bus driver from Lisbon to Sevilla. You remember him. We sure did. The Sevilla to Lisbon bus was leaving shortly before our bus to Granada, and apparently he was driving it. We kept low and out of sight, lest he remember us from three days ago. You should never meet your heroes. Getting Settled In What struck me about Granada as we came…
We’d often say that our sabbatical was made up of a bunch of ‘normal’ one- to two-week vacations all strung together. You could carve it up into numerous two-week or so chunks that each make sense as an individual trip. One of my absolute favorites of these is the two-weeks we spent in Andalucía, Spain. We had beautiful weather, gorgeous scenery, lovely cities, fantastic food, perfect wine, and just such a chill time. I’d go back and do the exact…
“Our driver is kind of a jerk,” seat 22 said. That was our hero he was talking about, so I didn’t know how I felt about that. Because twenty minutes ago, our driver had been the one who greeted us when we—sweaty, tired, overheated—had finally found the bus, five minutes late. “It’s your lucky day,” the driver growled, as he climbed down from his seat, with zero desire to help us, in order to open the baggage compartment. Three hours…
Erika and I have said we think we’d have liked Lisbon a lot more if we’d gone there before Porto. As it was, we were high on Porto, and not ready to leave, so Lisbon felt like a bit of a letdown. It didn’t help that we left a fantastic AirBnb in Porto to go to a… not fantastic one. Sorry Ruth, we’re shooting 50% while you’re with us! Also, Lisbon is where I had one of my patented crashes,…
