You did not think I’d stay put for long after repatriating, did you? Actually, I did not expect myself that my first travel experience back in America would happen so soon. My brother and his family never made it to London in the three years that we lived there. I did see them on a
Category Archives: State of travel
Our last European holiday for the foreseeable future was by far the laziest of them all. We came to the place that we knew quite well from the previous year. We spent time alternating between the beach and the pool. We went to a few nearby picturesque locations for brief excursions, but not to a
Two and a half years of living in England, and we finally braved the concept of taking a day-trip to the continent. From a certain point of view, it was a last-ditch effort to save the short tradition of spending the Early Spring Bank Holiday weekend on the mainland (specifically, in Paris). This year, for
The April summer of previous years is late to materialize this year. It’s been reasonably sunny and pleasant for the last few days, but still on the cooler side of things. That does not prevent a large segment of young English women to adopt a summer-y dress code. We went out to central London for
Two major destinations, three new countries, and, not the least importantly, eight days of almost uninterrupted sunshine – that was the tally of our long-awaited new adventure. We started with three days in Krakow. On our way from the airport to the hotel upon arrival, Natasha and I had the most vivid flashbacks to our
Well, at least, one of us is. Becky has returned from her school trip, properly enchanted with the Far East, although expressly for reasons other than I might imagine myself being excited about. Most notably, she was impressed with the enthusiastic reception that she and her classmates were met with wherever they went. She gave
I’m reading a passage in a travel book that describes a little town on canals in Italy as “not exactly Venice, but rather Bourton-on-the-Water disguised as Portmeirion”. I realize that not only am I familiar with these references, but I can vividly imagine what the town should look like from the description. Which turns my
Can I pass up a chance to travel someplace new, even when the focus of a short trip is on a subject of limited interest to me and the logistics involve spending a lot of time on the bus with a bunch of strangers that I have little in common with? The answer is, resoundingly,
It’s a story that long begged to be immortalized in writing, and I finally decided to give it a try. I might even start a whole new category with it, aiming to relay some of the more remarkable and/or memorable experiences from our travels. Imagine Vienna. Among end-of-day things to do in the Austrian capital,
I commented a few times in the past (most notably here and here) that the notion of cheap air travel on discount airlines within Europe is rarely as good as advertized. How about another example? We are planning to fly to Costa Brava in the summer. There are two airports in the area directly connected
I know you all have been holding your breath waiting to hear what we decided in regards to our travel plans. So, let me provide a quick run-down, lest the suspense kills someone and decreases my not very numerous faithful audience. During the February half-term, we will have a glorious time staying home. As mentioned
We’ve gotten really predictable these days. A nice, if crisp, sunny day means that we take Kimmy to her favorite playground, while Becky stays home to prepare herself for her next outing with her friends. Very little variety in that. At least, we still seem to find fun even in that.
As I have mentioned elsewhere, for the last few weeks I have been chipping away at our old travel diaries, transcribing the observations about sights, museums, restaurants and hotels into Travelog entries. To my own surprise, I’m actually finished with that now. While I have what I think is a pretty nifty idea of what
I’ve been working through my old travel diaries a bit, converting the salient bits to a digital form within Travelog. When in Germany several years ago, every lunch that we apparently had consisted of various wursts with beer. Or so the diaries state. Which reminds me of a paradoxical thought that I had in that
You realize that you have a problem of Babylonian proportions when you address a waitress at a Paris café, “Mademoiselle, un peu plus de pain, por favor“. With throaty ‘r’s , no less.
Leaden skies, low temperatures, long intervals of drizzling rain, intermittent gusts of cold wind. I could be talking about your boilerplate British weather of late autumn. In fact, it was the weather that accompanied our weekend in Paris. As if that matters! We love Paris too much to let such trifling circumstance as uncooperative weather
We dithered a bit in the morning whether to go anyplace or stay home. Early in the week, we sort of decided that if the weather was nice on Sunday, we’d pick one of the nearby points of interest that we have not yet visited and go there. In the morning – which was awfully
One of the hotel associations that Natasha occasionally checks out in her travel planning routines was holding an anniversary online sale a couple of weeks ago. The promotion offered tremendous discounts on short stays at upmarket member hotels. Even though I do not have vacation days left this year, a weekend trip is not out
You realize that you truly became a cosmopolitan individual when you sit in your house in London, and your lunch consists of gazpacho accompanied by garlic naan and then spaghetti ai pollo con funghi. With a glass of chardonnay. Just saying.