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Chi-chi-chi le-le-le
Woah, how quickly time flies.
I meant to do a short post about the Chilean Cultural Day shortly after we visited.
Turns out that was three weeks ago. Read More
Up the Mountain Down
Don’t do what we did.
After driving for a few hours, the last stretch of it through windy roads and on the edge of a mountain, we stumbled out of the car and sat down to have lunch.
And then we had a little stroll, and a little look at the mountain, and a perused the gift shop.
And only at that point did we realise that the queue for the cable car was two hours long.
So you know, when you go to Fuente Dé (and you really should go there), go straight to the ticket counter and buy your ticket.
Red white and blue
Hiya there everyone. This is another one of those posts that’s filled entirely of photos of me and my self-made dress. So if you think that’s kinda odd, feel free to move on along.
And on he subject of kinda odd. Definitely odd, is me standing in a park trying to learn how to use a tripod/selfie timer to take photos of myself this morning.
Salamanca
I don’t think I mentioned it yet, but every time I’ve thought of the city of Segovia in the last few months, a certain kind of music has blasted itself triumphantly into my head.
‘Hail, hail Segovia, land of the free and brave!’
I’m not sure where exactly the music comes from, but my faulty memory wants to narrow it down to either The Princess Diaries (hail hail Genovia?), or something from the Marx Brothers. Possibly it’s a combination of the two?
Anyway.
In my entirely-sane-and-together head, Salamanca doesn’t have a theme song.
Which I guess is another point against Salamanca*.
(*I don’t know if you’ve heard, but they also don’t have an aqueduct).
If it can be drawn, it can be made. (Viktor and Rolf)
In 2009, my friends Lauren and Ashlee and I visited Utrecht.
It wasn’t like it was the main part of our trip. We were doing the whole ‘2 month Europe trip’ that was pretty popular with university students at the time.
When we planned it, London was first on the ‘to go’ list. Then Paris and Rome and Florence and Milan. And Berlin went on there too, but only because Ashlee had studied the war and communism in high school history.
Holland was on the list, but it was all about Lauren- who was born there- and about visiting her family. Thanks to their hospitality, we made it to Amsterdam and Den Haag and to a tiny island to the north that used to be inhabited by grey monks: Schiermonikoog.
And one day, with her aunt in tow, we visited the university city of Utrecht.
According to google, there are many things to do in Utrecht. But I mostly remember the House of Miffy, and a museum that was displaying a collection of work by Viktor and Rolf.
Malta, briefly
I’m gonna take a quick pause in the ‘journey through Tapas-land’ to give a photovoyage of last-last weekend’s journey to Malta. Read More
Segovia
Segovia is all about that aqueduct.
As you come into town (providing I guess, you come from the right direction), you’re hit in the face with its staggering ginormousity.
BAM! Read More
Valladolid
Valladolid.
Valladolid.
Valladolid.
It took us three days (plus four years of knowing Mercedes) to work out how to pronounce the name of the city we were in. Read More
A short stay in Madrid
Last summer, Andy and I made a trip to the far north, visiting old Australian friends in Sweden, and then travelling with them down to Riga, Latvia.
We enjoyed it.
Immensely.
And decided that we should make a habit of taking a long-ish holiday in the Summer that would allow us to relax while seeing a chunk of some region or another. Read More